Happy New Year

In four hours, we will usher in 2007 and kick 2006 to the curb. I had planned on listing my New Year's Resolutions, but decided to wait until tomorrow. I was thinking about them today and decided to create resolutions that are more accomplishable (is that a word?).

I hope everyone gets drunk at home and has a safe New Year's Eve. See ya in 2007.

Tickle this Elmo

This video is just twisted. Don't get me wrong. It's funny as hell, but I'm a twisted SOB.

Ass Fires

I've had the past two weeks off and I have basically spent the whole time cleaning my place. I have accomplished a lot but feel as if there is still so much more to do. I'm going to relax tonight and make the best of my last three days off. I know I'll hit the new year running like a fire is lit under my ass.

I think that's my slogan of 2007, The year of ass fires.

Temporary Placeholder

I'm holding this spot for future use when I can think of something to place here. I am just having the worst mental funk lately. I want so bad to say something witty, creative, or intelligent. Alas, nothing is there.

So... I'll leave you with a joke.


What do you call a dog with no legs?
Does it really matter? He's not going to come anyway.

Caffeine Graph

This is so true...

Props

It's not almost ever, is it?

I can't believe that my vacation is almost over. I only have five days left and I feel as if I haven't accomplished much on my list. And let's not even discuss the lack of downtime for myself. This break really isn't much time because the first week is preparing for Christmas and the second week is spent recovering from Christmas. What kind of vacation is that?

I wanted to set aside a day for myself and just drive somewhere. I was thinking Galveston for the day. Just me, some music and a good book. I don't know if that will happen now. I'll have to see if my schedule will allow time for my personal day. I have been catching myself taking care of others way too much lately. I'm worried I'm falling back into my old co-dependent self again. I heard the holidays draw you into that dependence.

Oh joy... yet another happy post.

Merry Christmas

I hope everyone has a safe and Merry Christmas! May you and everyone you know get a Red Ryder BB gun for Christmas. Don't worry, I won't care if you shoot your eye out.

ADRIAN...

When I was walking my dog this morning it was cold and wet. The temperature was 45 degrees and we had this strong wind blowing. So with the wind chill factor, it must have felt like 35 degrees. It was even cold according to my cold test. So here I am bundled up with my sweat shirt, jacket, and heavy fleece sweat pants. I even had on my Rocky Balboa hat. I could have blended in with the Philly crowd this morning.

So we are walking and I see something all the way down the other end of the street. It was a man just casually walking toward us. He must have been 400 feet away. And I thought to myself, "Self... why do his arms look funny?" Then it hit me. He's wearing a short sleeve shirt. Good god, is he crazy? I could expect that from some sixteen year old kid that just doesn't know any better. But this guy was in his sixties. He was wearing a pair of jeans and just a cotton short sleeve shirt.

I'd done seen it all... Then my mind started racing. Maybe he is just old and lonely. This time of year wrecks havoc on a person's soul. Maybe he is trying to catch hypothermia and freeze to death. Then the realist slapped the romantic side of me and said, "Or maybe he's from Philly and we don't really know what cold is."

Look Ma... no wires

I finally welcomed my family to the 21st century. They FINALLY got off of dial-up and are using high speed Internet. Of course, who is there to connect everything? ME...

Now they went from one extreme to the other side. They not only got high speed Internet, but they also created a home network and added a wireless router. Oh my gawd, that is a whole lot of newness for them. Fortunately, it all worked out and is a pretty sweet network. Who am I kidding? Of course it all worked out. I set it all up for them.

The best part was the comments from them.

"You mean we can talk on the phone AND use the Internet at the same time?"
"Do I have to shut down my computer when someone else wants to use the Internet?"
"Do I need to delete all of my private information from my computer since its connected to the Internet at all times?"
"You mean we can use wireless at home? I thought it was only for public places like the library."

You can't make this stuff up. It was too funny.

Everytime someone says "Happy Holidays", baby Jesus cries

You know, we are only three days away from Christmas and it really doesn't feel like Christmas. I can freakin wear shorts and flip flops during the day. That just isn't Christmas weather to me. I try and try to get into the Christmas spirit, but it just ain't happening. I bought a nice tree. I have wrapped presents under the tree. I even play Christmas type of music throughout the day. But this dumb weather is not helping any. I wish we would get some freak snow on Monday.

Anyway... my mother and I got into it at dinner today. It wasn't that bad because my sister kind of put a stop to it. It boils down to the waitress saying "Happy holidays" at the end of our meal. My mother went into some rant about "Merry Christmas" and how people are not into the Jesus spirit anymore. I swear she is getting worse with this church thing as she gets older. So I mention that not everyone is Christian and the waitress has no idea if we were. Then she made some ignorant comment that it didn't matter and that she should have said "Merry Christmas". Well I'm sure it does matter to those that aren't Christian and I vaguely remember something about Hanukkah and Kwanzaa being important this time of year. Hhmmm... where have I seen that. Oh yeah.. how about EVERYWHERE.

It really irritates me when she is so closed minded about other religions. The majority is not always right mother!!! I'm just getting frustrated thinking about our conversation. So there you have it. Another joyous night filled with festivites and family feuding.

(Sarcasm) Isn't it great living in the same city as your family? (/Sarcasm)

Psshh

I was cleaning my room and heard this noise "Psshh". I stop and look around. I can't figure out what is making the noise so I continue cleaning. "Psshh". What the fuck is that sound?

Then it hits me. The damn smell of death.

My stupid dog lets out a fart and then leaves the room. She comes BACK into the room, farts again, and then leaves. What the fuck is that about? Not only is my dog a "fart and leave the room" kind of dog, but I think she may actually be doing it on purpose. She has been trying to get me to take her out for an hour or so.

Is this some sort of revenge tactic? The smell was so bad I had to come type this up while the room airs out. Stupid dorky dog.

Baby Jesus rocking the glow sticks

Boom...Boom..dud..dud..dud...Amazing Grace...Boom...Boom...dud...dud...dud...that saved a wretch like me...

Nothing like mixing trance music with Christmas music. That's what playing on my iPod right now. I have "acquired" a copy of the Trance X-mas cd and have been playing it all day long. I find the fast beat of the trance music helps me while I am cleaning. I have more "pop" while listening to it. It may also be the boatloads of caffeine that I have consumed today.

Ah, my precious friend. It has been too long. Excuse me while I finish cleaning and slam down another energy drink.

Boom...Boom..dud...dud...dud...

What can I say

Hhmmm.... yeah. I don't know what I was thinking last night. All I can say is don't drink the frozen margaritas from Ninfa's. They must use the cheapest liquor available because I shouldn't have been that bad last night. I only had four of them, but they were definitely doing a number on me.

Why is it that when you are throwing up so hard in the toilet that it doesn't seem that unsanitary to you? My head was way in the toilet last night. Nose almost touching the water close. But all I could think about was how wonderful Mr. Toilet was to me. It allowed me to get sick inside of it and not all over the bathroom floor. And the lights, oh how they were bright at that time.

Anyway. I would have rather done the whole drunk dialing thing because at least it wouldn't have been out there in writing. You can always say it never happened when its a call, but on a blog. Well, that's a different story. I really need to lock up my computer before I go out drinking. Really... am I that lame that I came how and the first thing I did was blog? I remember watching some TV as well, but I don't remember getting on the computer. I must have been really messed up.

Look ma... no hands

This is a general disclaimer. I am buzzing right now. Okay... I am totally drunk out of my ass right now. nothing like drunk blog posting. I keep making mistakes and have to keep erasing my mistakes. damn erase button.

So... ever notcie how when your drunk everything you tuype is dislexic? I am so gone now it ain't funny. I know I wanted to type sometihing but I dont' remember what it is.

I want to so throw up right now. You know what? I am craving Hooter's wings and french fries right now, but I am too drunk to drive to Hooter's. I wish they would deliver. I want to show up at 9:00 am tomorrow morning and get me some wings and fries. It sounds soo good right now. Damn I'm hungry.

Fuck... they say when your drunk you speak the truth. I need to get off htis damn blog right now befoe the truth starts to come out. I want me some doamn wings. With blue cheese and fries. And some beer really sounds good right now. Fuck, i don't have anything to eat here, but fuicking tuna. and popcorn.

Tunacorn .... I keep hitting the eject button for the cd-rom accidently. That is soooo fucked up.


Haha.... I grabbed the cell phone and tried to use it as the mouse a second ago. I am soo gone now.

Daily Grind

Sooo... I have eight hours of work tomorrow and then I'm off for two weeks. Let's see... how should I break up my day?

8:30 - 9:00 Stop at Deidrich's and get some coffee.
9:00 - 11:00 Check my e-mail. Surf the web. Socialize with my co-workers.
11:00 - 2:00 Margarita lunch
2:00 - 4:00 Check the Internet some more to make sure it hasn't gone anywhere.
4:00 - ?? Drive home reminiscing about my productive work day.

If anyone from work happens to stumble upon this page, this was all a joke and I will be working very very hard during the day. And I will be wearing jeans tomorrow. You see, we normally have to wear business casual clothing except for Fridays. We can wear jeans on Fridays.

The last day of a normal work week ends on a Friday. If tomorrow is the last day of our work week, it must be a Friday. Therefore, I get to wear jeans.

I sure hope my daughter has a better sense of logic than me.

Guy gift

Sometimes I feel bad that I'm a guy. I'm not the usual man's man type of guy but I do have my moments. Like holidays and birthdays. I'm terrible about them. At work we had the lone female co-worker take care of all that kind of stuff. Well she was transferred over to a different area a couple of years ago and we haven't done anything since then.

No cakes during the holidays. No decorations around the desks. No boss's day flowers or card. No birthday cards or cakes. And no Christmas stuff for our boss. How much do we suck?

The worst part... my boss is a woman. So she gives all of us Christmas presents. She makes homemade fudge during the holidays for us. And she gives each of us a birthday card.

So this year, I've taken it as my duty to at least get some of the guys together and get her Christmas gifts. I went out and got mine today. I only hope the other guys go out and get something for her.

So, I've already mentioned how much of a guy I am regarding those type of things. What do I get her? A Yankee candle holder and a Yankee candle. It seems kinda girly. I thought that some sort of boss mug or some crap like that would be too cheesy.

If you were a woman, would you like the gift?

If you build it...

This is just too classic.
Wall

Mental note

Next year if I start talking about a live Christmas tree, smack me upside the head with a 2x4 three stooges style.

For cereal... watering a fresh tree everyday is a bitch. Yeah it looks nice and smells really good, but is it really worth all the work? Wait... are we talking about trees or women???

I honestly don't know how women put up with me sometimes (and by put up, I really mean not smack the shit out of me).

Ho Hum

I get two weeks off for the Christmas break every year. We start the break next week and it is long overdue. I was talking to some people today and told them about the two weeks off. They get Christmas day off and that's it. They asked what I was going to do and honestly I don't know. I really would like to just get away and travel somewhere. Unfortunately, I know that wont happen. I don't have the money to travel anywhere and I don't have the time to stay gone for too long.

RUT = a habit or pattern of behavior that has become dull and unproductive but is hard to change.

Haha... very funny

Sooo... Who is the person playing a trick on me? Seriously, if you're messing with my head you have succeeded. Now I need you to fess up right now.

I thought about it and thought about it. Then it hit me this morning. I did blow out the candle that night. I remember messing with the wick after the candle was blown out. I clearly remember the wax moving over the wick and trying to keep the wax from hardening back over the wick. It was out.

So, only a select few individuals have a copy of my keys. If I didn't light the candle, someone else did while I was away. Someone did light the candle, right???

The weird thing is that my mother freaked me out today. I saw her this evening and told her about the candle. I told her how I thought someone was messing with me. (On a side note, for those who don't know my mother. She is queen of the Catholic religion.) This was our conversation to the best of my memory.

Me: I picked up one of those saint candles the other day.
Mom: The prayer candles? I thought you didn't believe in those candles.
Me: Yeah, I know.
Mom: Like that one. (She points to the Virgin Mary prayer candle on her table)
Me: Yeah. Like that one. But it was of Saint Jude.
Mom: Why Saint Jude?
Me: Honestly, I just liked the color. The green candle was the best looking one there.
(Awkward silence as my mom gives me this dirty look. Like spit in your face dirty.)
Me: So... I come back home yesterday and I find the candle was lit. I thought I forgot to blow it out, but then I remembered that I did blow it out. I think someone is playing a trick on me.
Mom: Why would someone do that? (Then her eyes light up) It's a sign. Saint Jude is the patron saint of impossible things. It's a sign around Christmas time that you should come back to the church.
Me: Ummm yeah. I don't think it was a sign.
Mom: Yes it was. You should have called the news or something.

Okay. I have never seen my mom act like that. I just smiled and started to back out the room. I kept thinking, "Don't break eye contact. Walk slowly. No sudden movements." She started to really freak me out there. She has been trying everything in her power to get me back to the church. I never thought she would sink that low though. Gotta love her quick thinking and tying it all back to a sign.

So anyway, I was all freaked out when I came home today. If that candle was lit again, I would have gotten the hell outta dodge. It was not lit, but the freaking Christmas tree scared the living shit out of me. A seven foot tall blur in the middle of a dark room made me want to scream like a seven year old girl.

Sooo... again. If you are the one who lit the candle, seriously fess up. It's all fun and games until the Mexican can't get any sleep because of the stupid saint candle. Don't make me change the locks.

The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire

I have a secret to tell...

(Looking around to make sure my neighbors don't hear my typing and figure out what I'm about to say)

I almost burned down my apartment today. The key word there is ALMOST. I came home today (9:00 PMish) and found my Saint candle burning. Kind of obvious with all the lights out in my place. There was this big glow from the candle. I thought I put it out last night, but low and behold there it was burning. Maybe it's holy and it lit itself.

Doubtful... I think I left it burning all last night and throughout the day. Well, my wax evaporation problem seems to have cleared itself. This reminded me that I need to get renter's insurance. I can't be the only one that has almost burned down this fourplex.

Astros Update

I have held my tongue for the last few weeks, but I guess I'll add my two cents regarding the Astros lately. I can't believe we won't have Pettitte next year. With all we have done to improve the offense, he still left. Why wasn't one year good enough?

DO YOU HEAR ME PETTITTE? You had to go asking for another year option. Well, I guess we'll just have to make due with Jennings. No person is that important. We can all be replaced faster than we think. I am a sad to see Taveras go. His speed may come back to bite us in the ass at some point.

Sooo... The other big question is Clemens. Will he go or will he stay? He's going to play another short season that's for sure. But where? I hope you doesn't stay as Pettitte's bitch and follow him to New York. If he doesn't play with us, then go to Boston. Anywhere but New York. Now I hate both New York teams.

YA HEAR THAT BELTRAN??? I HAVEN'T FORGOTTEN ABOUT YOU...

Hey Jude...

I was passing through HEB today and well... I just had to do it. I bought one of those Mexican saint candles. Mine is St. Jude. Lovely selection they had in stock. I could have picked up the Virgin Mary, St. Michael, Jesus, or Saint Antonio as well. Do you know why I picked St. Jude?

I liked the green candle. It wasn't the prayer on the back. It wasn't who I was going to pray to. It was the color. As I was looking at this candle, the women behind me said, "I wish they would make one for bad hair cuts."

I chucked and went about my business. Then it hit me. Wash she talking about my haircut? Did my hair look that messed up that I needed a prayer candle to fix? Damn, that would be cold as ice. I assumed she had a bad hair experience and perhaps that would help her in the future. Yeah... that's it. It wasn't about me, but her instead. Well just go with that.

Anyway, I paid my $1.07 for the candle and brought it home. I was so excited to light it up. Why was I so excited? I really don't know, but I was. I lit the candle and let it do it's thing. After about 10 minutes, the candle started to put itself out. Apparently, the wax does not evaporate very well, so the flame is being smothered under all this melted wax. Stupid dollar saint candle.

I guess you get what you pay for. I think I'll scrape out some of the wax tomorrow and see if I can salvage the candle. Why the hell do I have such a fixation with this stupid saint candle?

NatGeo Porn

Kids don't even know how easy they have it now a days. I remember when I was a kid, I used to long for National Geographic porn. Man, when they had those tribal issues, I would lock myself in the bathroom for days. They just don't make good NatGeo porn like they used to.

With the emergence of Internet porn and easy access to soft porn on TV, they don't have to work so hard to see "boobies". If they have premium channels, forget about it. And don't even get me started at full feature sex. I remember how hard it was to get access to a Hustler magazine. Out of all of us, only one of our fathers had a collection of Hustler magazines. He was our "best friend" from that point forward.

I don't know why that popped into my head all of a sudden. Must have been all the Internet porn I have been surfing the last few hours. Seriously, Internet porn just doesn't do it for me. I guess I miss the jungle boobies of old. I wonder if anyone has scanned those old pictures and placed them out on the Internet. Hhhmmm...

I'm so glad, I have a daughter instead of a son. I can only imagine all of the trouble he'd be getting into by now. At my daughter's age... oh my lord. I don't even want to think about it. I feel so sorry for what I put my parents through at that age.

Update on New Year's List

I thought about checkiing in on my New Year's resolution list from last year to see how I was doing. Amazingly, I have completed all of the resolutions.

(Awkward Silence)

Okay, okay... I'm full of bullshit. I haven't completed one item on my list. I have almost completed the book resolution, but nothing else. Of course I can rush and try to complete some of the items, but that's not really the point of the list. Now is it? So, now I remember why I never do these resolutions.

I'm not going to sweat it. I think the next list will be smaller and easier to accomplish. I'm such a bum some times. Most of the time. Okay, okay... all the time. I've become such homebody lately, it's pathetic.

"Do you believe in Destiny?"

My Hero

I have found a new hero.



Classic = "I teach logic motherfucker"

Traditions

Now that I am older, I have realized that my family created all sort of traditions. At the time, I never knew that my parents were passing on a tradition their family passed on to them. Looking back now, it is very apparent. I try to provide this same torch passing tradition with my daughter. It's a little more complicated with my daughter though.

My ex-wife has a different cultural background than I do. Her current husband has a very similar background as my ex-wife, so they have similar traditions. This creates some conflict at times because I want my daughter to experience my traditions. Well, I'm sure her mother would like her to follow her traditions.

I read a book last year that explained how young women were strongly influenced by their fathers. Since she is with her mother more than me, I can only hope some of that influence is stuck within my daughter's subconscious. I like to think that I have a positive influence on her life. After all, she did get my intelligence and good looks (typing while looking at myself in the mirror). Damn I look good... where was I?

Oh yeah, my influence. Seriously, my daughter has this wonderful opportunity to experience both sides of her heritage and pick the best of both worlds. That is a rare experience I hope she takes advantage of and make the most of it.

I don't know where all of this came from all of a sudden. The thought just popped into my head. We are going Christmas tree shopping tomorrow. We started a new tradition this year to pick an ornament together and put it on the tree. Every year, we are going to pick an ornament out together (or make an ornament) and put it on the tree. Over the years, the tree will be filled with dozens of ornaments that we picked together. If she ever has children (who am I kidding. she's has mexican heritage in her. she's going to have kids sooner or later), she can show them the ornaments that we have collected over the years. That seems like a really good memory to have when she is older. Being a parent really does change my outlook on the holidays. It's not about the gifts or the time off, but about friends and family.

Cursive

You know, I haven't written in complete cursive since elementary school. I write in this pseudo style writing between printing and cursive. Ever since I took that damn drafting class in college, I have a tendency to print a lot more now. And my letter are this medium all cap style. They are not large, nor are they small.

I bet if I had to write out the alphabet in cursive, I probably couldn't do all the capital letters. The letter Q, it's like the number two. Isn't it?

I type more than I write now a days. I'm sure that has a lot to do with the demise of cursive in my life. Maybe I should go out and get a big chief pad to practice my cursive. Oh screw it. If I need something in cursive, I'll just use the cursive font in my computer and print it out.

Farewell good friend

It's official. My spelling is so bad, I broke the spell check feature for this site. Everytime I try to use it, I get some sort of error. It worked once. It was so pretty. Apparently, it bolds the words that it thinks are mispelled. I get some "type error" error (redundant, ain't it?) and it bombs out on me.

Alas, spell check, you were a good friend of mine. I will miss you.

Of course, this gives me the excuse to have mispelt words on this site. Don't it? And I be noing no grammer either.

Pete and Repeat were sitting in a tree

Am I the only person to listen to the same song over and over again. Sometimes (well most of the time), I have the same song set to repeat and just let it loop over and over while I'm focusing on something else. At work, at home, I do it all the time. Everytime I explain this to someone, I always get the same stupid look. That is... I get this look like "your stupid" on their face. There must be others out there like me.

Don't get me wrong. I do listen to all kinds of music and mix it up quite frequently. But it is a little ironic that I have an iPod shuffle but never listen to it in shuffle mode. In fact, sometimes I only put one song on it because you can not repeat just one song. Weird, isn't it?

I don't know when I started doing this. It started around the time I got into computers. I think it helps me focus on the task at hand. So what's my current song playing in my head. "Boom Boom Ba" by Metisse. I actually caught this song from the show "Dead Like Me". Can't get it out of my head. Perhaps that has something to do with the fact that I keep playing the damn thing over and over.

Boogerquette

What is the proper etiquette regarding the woman cutting your hair if she has this humongous booger hanging out of her nose? I mean, I really don't know this woman. She is not one of the usual hair stylist that cut my hair. And for god's sake there is this huge fucking mirror right in front of her. In fact, there are huge mirrors all over the place. Could she really not know it was there? I find it hard to believe. And she was one of those hard breathers. I could hear her breathe through her nose the whole time. I was afraid the thing would go flying and get stuck somewhere in my hair. Kinda like chewing gum. Eeewwww....

I made damn sure the thing was still in her nose before I left that chair. So, once again, should I have said something? I guess I should also mention that they were closing in ten minutes. I just wanted to get my hair cut quickly and get the hell out of there. I was also afraid that I might embarrass her or piss her off. I don't need any plugs in my head right before Christmas. Ya feel me?

Turn your lights on

Okay. I can't sleep, but I have some caffeine in my system so my thoughts are actually making more sense now. I had to get this memory down in writing before I forget what happened.

I was staying over at my parents house with my sister for the last four nights while my parents were out of town. My sister is old enough to probably stay by herself, but she is also old enough to have boys over. Hence my need to stay there. Nothing like a human chastity belt that will beat the living shit out of any boy that arrives. Anyway, I digress...

I have mentioned many times about "weird" things that have happened in my past. Well, I have always had a nasty feeling whenever I would stay at my parents house by myself. You get this feeling like your being watched over there. Especially upstairs. So the first night I stayed there, my sister goes to bed upstairs and I stayed downstairs using my laptop in their kitchen area. Around 1:00 AM, I turn out the lights and head to the living room. I turned off all the lights and watched a little TV. Well, I feel asleep on the sofa and woke up a few hours later so I turned off the TV and went back to sleep. Around 6:00 AM, I noticed that the kitchen light was on and I thought my sister was getting ready for school. I ignored the light and went back to sleep. Around 6:30, my sister comes down and starts to make breakfast. I get up and start to get ready for work. She leaves for school and I leave for work. Later that night we were talking and we realized that neither of us turned on the kitchen light. She thought I left it on from the night before and I thought she had turned it on in the morning. It freaked both of us out a little bit. I decided that I would just file it away and not think about it.

Then there was the incident this morning. I was asleep on the sofa downstairs again when I heard this loud crash. Low and behold it occurred at 6:00 AM this morning. I freaked out trying to figure out what the noise was. I thought maybe a transformer blew, but we still had power. I went up stairs and realized that a table upstairs had fallen over and I heard the crash. It was hella loud. The hair was standing on my neck and arms, but I just told myself the cat knocked over the table. I put the table back and went downstairs again. I couldn't go back to sleep after that. The strange thing was that my sister did not hear the table fall. The table feel about eight feet from her door, but she said she didn't hear anything. My only reasoning that it could have been the cat was that the cat was laying at the bottom of the stairs and refused to go upstairs. I sure hope it knocked the table over. It's kind of weird that they both occurred around 6:00 AM though. Had my sister not been upstairs, I would have gotten the hell out of there right after that happened. But noooo, the protective brother instinct kicked in and I had to go investigate the cause of the noise. That's how they always get killed in the movies. "Let's go figure out what caused that noise." SLASH... Next scene, they are laying on the floor with their throat cut open.

I hate sleeping over there. Isn't funny how people will just tell themselves that it was caused by something else or just ignore the incident all together. I know there have been other incidents there, but they just ignore them.

And for those who were wondering why I slept on the couch instead of my parent's bed. Uummm... Hello... It's my parent's bed. Lord knows what goes on in that bed, but I sure as hell don't want to sleep on that bed. Oh god... now I need to go sniff some Draino to get these thoughts out of my head. Eeewwww....

Enter your own title here

Sometimes I sit here and just stare at the blank page. Well, Its not really blank. But the section to add a new post is blank. I have so much to say during the day. But when I finally sit down to enter my thoughts, my mind goes completely blank. What is up with that?

I recently finished the book Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. The most useful piece of information provided by the book dealt with writer's block. The author explains that this is caused by an overload of tasks when trying to write. Break down what you are trying to say and then worry about what order to put down that information later. So here I am trying to remember what I wanted to say and I can't even do that. "I like to eat paste" That's how I feel at times like this. Short-bus idiot for sure.

I'm probably making it sound like I have some earth shattering ideas to share with the world, but I'm afraid they were never that good. It was probably something dorky and I found it amusing. Isn't it funny how you can grow up in a pretty nasty neighborhood, yet it couldn't take the dorkiness out of me. Kinda proud of that fact at times. Perhaps I shouldn't be sharing this much information about myself. I think this is what makes me dangerous at times. I know that no matter how fucked up an individual is, there is always some dorky side to them they don't show. I've seen it too many times to not accept it.

It reminds me of the character that "The Rock" played on the movie Be Cool. He was this tough looking guy on the outside, but he definitely had his share of internal issues. And Vince Vaughn... He should have won an award for that character. "Twinkle, Twinkle Baby."

See, this is what happens when I don't remember what I was going to say. Damn rambling man. I have so much information floating around my gray (grey for the English folks out there) matter, but I can't find any way to organize all of the information. It's kind of like I'm hold all of these Trivial Pursuit cards in my head but the answers don't match the questions. It is really kind of scary when I think about it.

What is the square root of nine? Blue
Who won the Academy award for best actor in 1990? Cheddar Cheese
What is the capital of Wisconsin? Babe Ruth

See what I mean? Well, it's not that bad, but it does start to get pretty mixed up as the day goes on. Maybe I've burned out all my neurons with the caffeine that I drink or perhaps I partied to hard in the past and now I'm paying the price. Oh well. It was worth it for the partying and there is no way in Hell I'm giving up my caffeine.

Yo Bro

It's amazing what you can learn just by talking to your siblings. I have spent the last few days with my sister while my parent's are out of town. Its kind of weird for me because I did not grow up with them. I was so much older than my two sisters, so I as more of a parent than a brother. Anyway, I am trying to do the whole "brother" thing, but be cool about it at the same time.

I want to be the brother they can come to whenever they have a problem. I've seen things like that in movies and always thought that would be pretty cool. I guess I'll have to wait and see if I am the cool brother or the dork brother to them.