One Night in Bangkok

Last night was Halloween and I party like if it was the end of the world. I dressed as a nun (again) and we just had a blast. I'm just now waken up... and still have to go and pick up my car. Can't wait to see the pictures...

It's Fucking 8:36AM Dude!

My neighbor knocks my door asking me to turn down the music because is too early... hey dude, it's fucking Friday and if you're not getting ready to go to the office between 8 and 9AM then you should move to an assisted living facility for seniors. Besides it's fucking Friday and for the first time in 24 days I don't have my mom here asking me a dozen question before I can sip my first cup of coffee of the day.

So let's Rock'n Roll and fuck my neighbor! I'm pumping the music up as-I-type-and fuck-you!!!!!!!!!!! WOOOHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! gIvE iT tO Me bAbY ! ! ! ! ! ! L-O-L!

I'm Weak

Yes, not long ago I did swear not once but many times in this very same pages that I was not going back to Supercuts no-matter-what! Today however I broke that vow to myself and went to get rid of that mane that I had after weeks of not seeing a pair of scissors get near my head. Back then a woman had messed up with style and I was looking as one of those special forces soldiers. Today in contrast, I have to say, it was a very pleasant experience.

A guy took care of me and he really knew what he was doing, hell yes. My instructions were very simple and I've been using the same line for years now: "use clip # 2 on the sides and the back, and for the rest I want it short but not as a soldier, please". This guy just said "all right" and he did exactly what he was told, clip # 2 on the sides and short -but not like a soldier.

Once he finished I told him "Good, this is exactly what I had in mind. For my next haircut I'll make an appointment with you. Great job Dude". And I gave him a $3 tip, when I usually leave only two bucks. For a $12,95 haircut that's a fucking great tip, isn't it?

I know what you're thinking... I'm weak and I know it; but in this city you can either get a $12,95 haircut in ClipArts or Supercuts, or one that is going to cost you fucking FORTY bucks in one of the many high end saloons in town. For me, being a broke ass waiter as I am today, is damn overprice. Whenever I get a real job do you know what am I gona do? I'm gona back to Supercuts and to my "head stylist" and will give him fucking tips of $40! Hell yes, Rock'n Roll!

Red Sox!

I tell you what, last night was magic! And I'll say there wasn't a lunar eclipse in the sky... it was Babe Ruth blinking his eye to the Red Sox!

Jenna

I saw her for the first time last Friday, and her face has been in my head ever since. More than her face I'll say her image, or to put it more plainly she represents what I'm longing for.

It's just a coincidence that was her, but is there such thing as coincidence in this life?

She's Leaving!

Yeah, after three years, er, I mean, three weeks, my mom is hours from going back home. Tonight I'm alone in my condo as I'm working tomorrow very early in the morning and can't take her to the airport, so she's gona walk -hehehe-, not really, my cousins are taking her so she went to sleep to their place.
Yesterday finally she got upset with me and even today that was the last day I saw her she was still upset. I got fed up with her shopping and I show it to her, while she was kind of stress of having to leave and be "back to reality" so she of course blame it on me. As a joke I told her that ever since she came to visit me, my left arm and my chest had been hurting me, that maybe is due to the stress that I've been under these days (hahahaha). Well, today she repeated that like 10 times saying that she was not coming back to visit so that I wouldn't have that stress again. I said exactly nothing about it; I've grown to know that a silence says more than a thousand words.

The bottom line is that even though my mom is a nice lady, I don't like to spend time with her. We are not friends and I don't have pleasant memories from my time growing up in my home; I do remember that I always wanted to leave my place and I did it when I turned 18 to never look back. Now, I always went on vacations to visit them, but it was more the only destination available and while there I didn't spend much time with them (mom and dad).

This fucking post was suppose to be two lines but it's growing out of control, just like my neighbor's belly. I'll write more about it at some point in the future.

5AM

Sunday 5AM and I'm awake. I've had an awful night, lots of crazy dreams in my head and I've been waken up all night. I went to the gym yesterday after like 3 weeks of absence and my legs hurt like hell.
I have no one beside me to wake up and share my misery, or maybe just shag for a while and then go back to sleep huging each other...
Glass of warm milk, that's what I need! My mom is away this weekend and will be leaving finally next thursday (yeah!). We had a nice time but three fucking weeks is just more than any warm blood man can take.

This and that

I've been thinking lately... Should I get a blog with my real name and a picture of my happy face for everybody to know how my boring live goes day after day? Or should I just tell all my friends about this blog that I've had for the last couple of months?

The thing is that if I know that people know that is me (I mean ME) the one who writes these lines everytime my brain cells burp, then I'll be writing, er, I don't know, maybe nothing. I've tried to have this blog as a diary/journal but if I know that everybody is reading it then I wouldn't write those spicy and steamy posts...

In the meantime I'm gona stay inside the closet, well, not really in the closet as that has a completely different meaning. Let's just say that I'll stay inside the envelope for the time being.

Yes, I'm tired, I have to wake up tomorrow early and also have to write an e-mail to a girl that I met through match.com and don't really know what to say. What I've realized is that when I'm under stress I do everything but what I have to do to address my source of stress. Oh Hell, goodnight ya'll!

Minority Report

Do you remember that movie where the cops jump at you before you commit a crime? Well, I've shoping all day with my Mom and I swer I heard a couple of times those guys after me... I'm about to kill her!

My Mom is coming...

My Mom is coming to visit and is arriving this evening. She's going to stay for a bit more than 3 weeks -24 days. This is going to be a looooooooooong fucking month. I'm anything but exited and can't wait for her to leave -I know she hasn't arrived yet but out of all the things that I want, a visit from her is close to the bottom of the list, just ahead of a root canal procedure.

If you are wondering, I didn't invite her, she invited herself and told me like 2 months ago that she was planning to come to visit me. What should have said? No Mom, I don't want you to come? I should have, but I didn't.

Three weeks, 24 days, 576 hours, 34560 minutes... Please almighty help me!

For Sale

Just hang up with my landlord (which happen to be my ex-roommate) and gave me the fucking good news that he's planning to sale the condo where I live in right now. He wants me to get together sometime next week to post some signs in the windows reading "For Sale".

Oh fuck! I've been living here for 4 months now and the thought of having to pack, move and unpack all my shit for the sixth time in the last three years makes me sick. When I moved here I said that's it, not more moving at least for the next year... But now, I'm not quite sure.

I remember the day I moved in and finished putting together my desk (an enormous L-shape desk that weights a tone) I said to my self while holding an ice-cold bottle of Newcastle in my left hand: "If I have to move again, I swear I'll leave this damn desk here!". Now that I think about it, I better keep my screw drivers handy as I'm sure I'll be using them.

If you're interested in a nice one-bedroom apartment right across the street from the Harris branch of the YMCA and 1 minute from South Park Mall, and with the swimming pool and the tennis court right around the corner, well... Fuck you! I ain't giving you any contact information so that you can kick me out of here! -at least for the next 8 months though.