Slow Go

If we’re both not married by twenty-two
Could I be so bold and ask you?
If we’re both not married by twenty-three
Will you make my year and ask me?

If we’re both not married by twenty-four
Will you pass me those kneepads and I’ll get on the floor?
If we’re both not married by twenty-five
I hope that there’s some childish spark still alive

Cause there are so many lessons
That I just never cared to learn
And there are so many questions that still burn
Like will you hold my hand when I go?
Will you hold my hand when I go?

If I get to thirty and I don’t have a wife
I’ll ask you nicely but I won’t ask twice
If I get to forty and I don’t have a spouse
I’ll fashion you a letter and I’ll send it to your house

If I get to sixty will you let me slip away
Into an armchair for the rest of my days?
Cause you’ve got your family and I’ve got mine
The love that we shared was for another time

Cause there are so many lessons
That I just never cared to learn
And there are so many questions that still burn
Like will you hold my hand when I go?
Will you hold my hand when I go?

putting it out

with some serious reflection it's come to my attention that i am riddled with self-destructive tendencies.

first i must admit. CHECK.

then, ELIMINATE.

this is the plan
1) i can only check facebook twice a day--once in the morning and at night.
(level of difficulty: it will be hard at first but after two weeks i wont even miss it. mostly because facebook is freakin boring.)

2) only one glass of alcohol a night.
(level of difficulty: almost impossible.)

this is all i am willing to give-up at the moment. i will remain addicted to all real housewives shows, jersey shore, bethenny frankel's twitter, dlisted.com, google reader, and food.

some thoughts

this blog template is pretty ugly but i was getting tired of the original template and the fact that the masthead picture didn't fit. it still doesn't. but im too lazy to figure out what is wrong. so it will do for now.

i love mi madre. she slept over at the apt last night cause i was lonely and she loves me. sometimes i wonder if i'll love my kids the way my mom loves me; i might be too self-involved. she brought me oxtail soup (mmmmmmm) and korean bbq. david, who was in db and stopped by my house to care for the doggies, was also sent home with goodies. this is all a long-winded way of saying that i love my mama.

deep down, i don't think anyone will love me the way that she does. at the same time, no one can make me fear god the way that she does. trust me.

on another note, i really enjoy hearing david talk in his sleep. it reaffirms how pure of heart he truly is.

tonight there is (2)

massive amounts of reading.
loneliness
and self-pity

with charles shaw

tonight there is

good wine
good food
and davido

heppy christmas

the waiting game

My brother got an amazing camera two months ago. The kind of camera that takes REAL professional pictures. The kind that costs mucho; so mucho, I think it would be inappropriate to disclose. Anywho. I want it.

This is my plan. I wait, until he gets tired of the camera. THEN I casually mention how the second-hand camera that he gave me after buying his new nifty one isn't working. This may or may not be a lie. I wait patiently as to give the illusion that I am innocent and not a professional moocher.

After 3 years of waiting, I will act surprised when he gives it to me.

hospital room

I've lived in this room for 6 months. It still looks like a hospital/boy's dorm room. I need COLOR, life and pizazz.

Hopefully I will be able to record the progression of my room from this into something hipster cool.



Today, I managed to accomplish some of my new fall loves. I went to trader joes and got mulling spice for future mulled cider/wine. (I'm scared I'll hate it) I listened to motown with homework and batted the hell out of some softballs. Now, there is wine.

on my way

So I bought one of these for my apartment. According to Cassie, my room smells like I just did laundry, which is the dream.



I am now on the way in becoming a YUPPIE.

As of yet, I have accomplished the following-
1) Worked towards a Graduate degree
2) Developed unnecessary/stupid phobias
3) Become disgruntled at lackluster service (I use to be SO patient and understanding.)
4) Established a morning ritual of drinking coffee while reading food blogs
5) Cultivated an interest in current events and NPR

I do not submit willingly as I've successfully fought off the urge to buy Toms.
My struggle continues . . .

Another Sunday-hayyy

At the moment, its freakin cold.

This weather evokes memories from last fall. shitty memories.

In the name of self-preservation I hope to re-associate dreary weather with positive things such as...
- motown jams, a favorite of mi padre.
- batting cages- a better stress reliever than yoga.
- netflix instant queue-on the list: jaws, syriana, wall street, godfather?
- hot coffee (maybe mulled cider/wine?)
- sleeping in hoodies and pj pantaloons
- zinfandel and other big red wines
- new slow cooker recipes
- cassie's butternut squash turkmen-dumplings
- a fake christmas tree with lights already attached. last year's fresh tree was such a pain in the ass.
AND....PUMPKIN CARVING!

Last night, David and I went to go see Hal Sparks at the Brea Improv. He was pretty freaking funny and said some poignant things. I respect that he made light of religion in a tasteful and thoughtful manner. YET, when he reached the topic of Christianity, someone just had to boo. I understand that religion may be so ingrained in someone's identity to the point where any critique can be interpreted as an attack. What I don't understand is the adamant refusal to acknowledge discrepancies or contradictions. Especially, when the existence of which does not undercut the legitimacy of your beliefs. It's a bit narrow-minded, no? At the very least, don't boo-you look stupid.

mmmm ok. see ya lates :)

10.10.10

i will think of something to write about tomorrow.

for now, i leave you with a time line of my day.

Morning: farmer's market
then nap,
some homework,
followed by making meatballs (from scratch cause im a classy biz)to go with spaghetti
dinner,

and now debating between drinking another glass of wine OR reading.

tough.