i remember the time

1989: 6 years old and fighting my cousins (the fat boys) and Maria for the living room space so I could practice the moonwalk.



p.s.: let's try being nice to people while they're still here

how sweet of him

yesterday i found out i didnt need a new bike seat because my beau told me he got me one. today i found out that i also dont need to get a new front wheel. you see, my beau has my bike parts - the original ones at that. why? because he is who stole them! he wanted to "teach [me] a lesson". i guess i'll never learn now, especially since im avoiding his phone calls.

anony-not

i dont share my identity on this blog and am careful about the pics i post of myself. but for some strange reason i still cant bring myself to write down some of the more personal (but oh-so-interesting) things that happen in my life.

so for the sake of my "privacy", i'll just say that i had a very nice weekend.

have a good week!

my new therapy

sewing is my new therapy/drug. i came home tonight and went straight to it. i had to look things up on youtube and then after finding no good videos, trial-and-error got me close enough.

im going to remember to charge my camera battery, and when i do, i'll post pics of every half-finished project i have.

now my bike is a half-finished project. i was looking for a new one, or decent enough one on craigslist. i figure i'll just buy a cheap okay one and use it for its parts. but maybe i should just get a new bike. i mean, the bike i have (or half-have) now did cost me a root canal, a ticket for riding on the sidewalk (i was going to the park for crying out loud), and stress post-theft. the only thing going for it now is that it's red, my favorite color.

which reminds me... I named my car. I don't ever use the name though. I did refer to my GPS by name though. "Come on Mio. Get us there now"

do you see why i need therapy?

lemonade

short story: i left my bike locked on an acquaintance's gate. when i went to get it today after work i saw it and just left it there. the bike seat and one wheel had been removed. and you know what? i really didn't care. who gives a fuck. i'm going to get a new seat and a new wheel.

facebook-less no more

I'm back on Facebook. DAMMNIT. I tried twitter but I just don't get/like it. Do you know what I do when I want to know what real friends are up to? A one-line email.

My weekend is starting off poorly. But it's a weekend, what can be poor about it? So I'm going to tell you why I'm rich: because I can afford to wait for 2 hours and pay $185 (additional $115 to be paid later) to get my car out of the pound.

My car was towed this morning. Those fucking traffic bastards. ranting done. my car is back in my posession - i'll tell you about the Cheese Doodles guy at the Pound Redemption center some other time. (just getting my feet wet, i know i know i havent written in a while)