I am just letting the world know that I am selling my testicles.
I am a young, healthy Filipino guy with a healthy set of testicles. I just want to go to the Police Tour in Oakland. I need $500. Spread the word. I’ll let my kidneys go for a few thousand to spend a summer in New York again and a ticket to Philippines. Word.
I just wanna give a shout out to my boo on vantines day. She up in San Quen right now. Happy Humps to all.
I got my Powerbook back. Thank you Apple for fixing it. 2 years after my purchase, no extended warranty, no charges. Awesome. Go get The Shins and Bloc Party.
For some odd reasons, some of the ladies seized the opportunity to wear tank tops, capris and flipflops in mid February. I’m fully aware that the skies have finally cleared after a week of rain and the temperature did warm up about 5 degrees, but it’s 50 degrees at 8:30 in the morning. Inuits live in Sac.
I am totally psyched out of my mind for tomorrow’s DVD release of Science of Sleep. I know I obsess over this movie but it hits home and I never anticipated a DVD release quite like this (besides the Matrix. That was my first DVD and the PS2 was my first DVD player). It’s beautiful, imaginative and totally relevant. I have a bunch of movie faves but it’s quite rare that I see a movie I love in the theatres. I get antsy. I recall the traumatic fit I threw when I saw Magnolia.
Somebody around me is eating an onion bagel. It’s making me hungry and disgusted at the same time. I feel sorry for the girl he’s tongue-kissing, if he’s that fortunate. He has this whole portable gaming rig set up and playing some online RPG and managing his fantasy football account (isn’t SuperBowl past?)
Coffee talks.
It just took one sound to lead to the series of events that went down today, and we’ve only been awake for an hour and 20 minutes. One sound.
The plan was to have a nice breakfast and gently lead a lazy sunday mindset into a mindset to do a bunch of work. Kate waited for me outside, in her car. While I was closing the door to the garage, she honks. That sound, at that moment, set off the day. And No, I do not blame Kate for honking the horn; didn’t see me coming. It’s like a rude awakening from a restful slumber that instantly gets you at the edge of your seat.
That 10am honk put me into a premature, alert state-of-mind; I was very edgy. Like I said, I wanted to gently lead the Lazy Sunday into a Work Day. Had I not been at the edge of my seat during the morning, being receptive to all things happening around me, I would have just lounged while Kate drove us to the spot and meditate over a hot drink while we waited for our orders. Instead, I was watching every dumbasses’ move—from not stopping at stop signs, to driving 15 in a 30 mph downtown.
Kate made one lousy mistake while driving and she mistook my tone of voice as being directed towards her when I was just grumpy from the morons on the road.
I’m not pointing any fingers. It’s just one of those days where everything is screwy and uncoordinated. yet it feels so orchestrated to make our day like shit.
One fucking sound. Now she’s off somewhere, I’m off somewhere and I just want to break expensive fine china at the Governor’s mansion or something. Dammit.
