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.