Does the last person you shared a bed with mean anything to You?
I hope so, or I'm in the wrong bed
Can you handle the truth?
"You want me on that wall! You need me on that wall!" yeah I guess so.
If you could be anywhere right now, where would you be?
L A H A I N A
Do you think your last ex deserves to die?
Nah, just some Prozac
Would you rather have loved and lost, or never have loved at all?
yes
Are there some songs you can’t listen to because they remind you of someone?
the demons in my head won't deviate from their play list
Are you happy with where you are relationship-wise now?
Is that near Dallas?
How long ago did you hug someone?
earlier
Something that has made you mad in the last 24 hours?
inept people that happen to coexist in our branch office
Do you find it easier to forgive or forget?
Forgo
Have you ever talked to someone when they were high?
do I count?
Who was the last person you yelled at?
see Q #1
What's your favorite kind of soda?
baking
Are you taller than your mom?
she's a hispanic female... you do the math
Are you an emotional person?
depends on the wound
What did you have for breakfast today?
Rockstar Roasted Mocha
What are you listening to right now?
40 Year Old Virgin
What was the last thing to make you laugh?
the demons in my head
Can you say "I love you" in french?
yeah, but I don't talk to anyone that knows what it means
What food are you craving right now?
none... just have fajitas and guac
what are you going to do the rest of the night ?
I dunno
Do you still watch the Disney Channel?
only when Hannah's on
Has anyone told you a secret lately that you aren't allowed to tell anyone?
no, I have a big mouth
Are you addicted to anything?
AIR, DOS XX, MUSIC, FOOD, and THE DOG TRACK
Any plans this weekend?
Yankees-Astros Saturday
Do you dance in public?
yeah and I get laughs for it
Have you ever caused a crash before?
Yeah, but it wasn't my fault
What was the last thing your parents yelled at you for?
too long ago...
Does the future make you more nervous or excited?
I get wood
Missing someone?
my friends that live in other states
CA, HI, FL
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Sunday, May 11, 2008
WIld Dreams
Sometimes you find yourself in a place where you finally get to experience your wildest dreams. You know, like being with the hottest girl (or girls) in high school and realizing the time you spend with that person. Talking to them or walking down the hall and having everyone in school be jealous of your connection. Having knock-out sex with them and knowing that other know that you're having knock-out sex with them. Oh, if we could all be so lucky.
Or maybe your dream is about being a rock star and performing on stage. Millions of people watching your every move and "feeling" your music. They adore you. They have seventeen of your posters plastered on their bedroom wall. They wear their favorite tour shirt of your band twice a week. You are their voice. You are their Comforter. You are the only one that truly understands them. You are their Rock-God.
Maybe one of your dreams is to go fast... fukkin fast. I stepped into one of my dreams the other day. And let me tell you, it WAS everything it was cracked up to be. The thrill is the best part. Nervous, excited, eyes wide open, hands in the air, "I cant wait for this roller coaster to start already" kind of thrill of driving a dream car. The dream cars is the Porsche 911S. The current version is a 3.8 liter, 355 horsepower, flat six, rear-engine, water-cooled, bullet-proof rocket!!! Who doesn't dream about taking one of these out on a long twisty road and feeling the G-forces pull your kidneys together. That's the kind of sensation I had the other day. I know. I know. I'm clouded and biased because I own one - albeit an older one. But like the love of a beautiful woman, or a smooth pour of an ages single malt whiskey, these bad boys just get better with time. And you cannot fault a guy that has been infatuated with these gems of a ride since oh, about birth. You can't hate something that gives you so much excitement. No matter what the cost.
After all - There is No Substitute.
Or maybe your dream is about being a rock star and performing on stage. Millions of people watching your every move and "feeling" your music. They adore you. They have seventeen of your posters plastered on their bedroom wall. They wear their favorite tour shirt of your band twice a week. You are their voice. You are their Comforter. You are the only one that truly understands them. You are their Rock-God.
Maybe one of your dreams is to go fast... fukkin fast. I stepped into one of my dreams the other day. And let me tell you, it WAS everything it was cracked up to be. The thrill is the best part. Nervous, excited, eyes wide open, hands in the air, "I cant wait for this roller coaster to start already" kind of thrill of driving a dream car. The dream cars is the Porsche 911S. The current version is a 3.8 liter, 355 horsepower, flat six, rear-engine, water-cooled, bullet-proof rocket!!! Who doesn't dream about taking one of these out on a long twisty road and feeling the G-forces pull your kidneys together. That's the kind of sensation I had the other day. I know. I know. I'm clouded and biased because I own one - albeit an older one. But like the love of a beautiful woman, or a smooth pour of an ages single malt whiskey, these bad boys just get better with time. And you cannot fault a guy that has been infatuated with these gems of a ride since oh, about birth. You can't hate something that gives you so much excitement. No matter what the cost.
After all - There is No Substitute.
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Bad decisions
Every once in a while we all make mistakes. Some of those mistakes are ones you cannot avoid. You know, like driving into a new city and not knowing that the exit ramp is on the left instead of the right (see the I-10 eastbound exit where it exits to I-45 South). You feel crappy that you just missed the exit to take you to a relative's house or to that new Downtown restaurant. But then there are those that you make just on plain good faith or the benefit of the doubt.
I make one of those mistakes yesterday at Best Buy (the mistake was not going into BBY).
We were in our local Best Buy to pick up some discounted DVD's. If you know me, you know I NEVER BUY MOVIES... I watch them on TV. Nevertheless we were in search of some decent titles, priced and otherwise. AND, if you know me, I also am a HUGE fan of Porsche and some other high end sports cars. With these two factors in mind, I came across this movie, "Redline".
I thought," Hey! That's the movie that Eddie Griffith (a comedian I like) totalled a Ferrari Enzo in that movie. It might be pretty cool". At least I would get to see other "supercars" racing around and probably some hot girls, too. GREAT!!! Let's see some action and I know there's a Porsche Carrera GT in there some where. And worse case scenario, it was only five bucks.
I STAND CORRECTED. This is the worst movie in the ENTIRE WORLD! And I have seen a bunch of them, trust me. I used to be in college, remember?
To start, the plot line is awful. I have seen others like this but they had some other redeeming quality about them. Not in this case. High stakes racing in combination with bad-acting is NOT a winning team.
Then there are numerous cuts to "the driver's hands" where he/she is shifting from 3rd gear to 4th gear doing 200+ mph. In what? A top fuel dragster? No, a Ferrari which top speed is 196mph. Whoops!
Oh and then there's my favorite part... During one race where the lead female is racing and the guy she's racing is losing in his Lamborghini Diablo and he punches his nitrous button and crashes. Luckily the story ends for this guy because he dies, saying i his last breath, "I won."
Who puts nitrous on a Diablo?
And them there's the obligatory "race scenes" where the cars are neck-and-neck. In one scene, four cars are even in the race and the speedometers on these cars all say something dramatically different. Speeds ranging from 120 to 220. What a fukkin' joke. The best part of this movie is the credits.
There was only one other movie that I can remember that was so bad that I couldn't stand to watch it anymore... Leprechaun. This was worse. I tried to turn it off but felt compelled to finish it because I had already wasted so much time watching it. I was pot-committed.
The moral of this story is this: If you think it blows, good chances it does.
And Eddie Griffin owes me 5 bucks.
I make one of those mistakes yesterday at Best Buy (the mistake was not going into BBY).
We were in our local Best Buy to pick up some discounted DVD's. If you know me, you know I NEVER BUY MOVIES... I watch them on TV. Nevertheless we were in search of some decent titles, priced and otherwise. AND, if you know me, I also am a HUGE fan of Porsche and some other high end sports cars. With these two factors in mind, I came across this movie, "Redline".
I thought," Hey! That's the movie that Eddie Griffith (a comedian I like) totalled a Ferrari Enzo in that movie. It might be pretty cool". At least I would get to see other "supercars" racing around and probably some hot girls, too. GREAT!!! Let's see some action and I know there's a Porsche Carrera GT in there some where. And worse case scenario, it was only five bucks.
I STAND CORRECTED. This is the worst movie in the ENTIRE WORLD! And I have seen a bunch of them, trust me. I used to be in college, remember?
To start, the plot line is awful. I have seen others like this but they had some other redeeming quality about them. Not in this case. High stakes racing in combination with bad-acting is NOT a winning team.
Then there are numerous cuts to "the driver's hands" where he/she is shifting from 3rd gear to 4th gear doing 200+ mph. In what? A top fuel dragster? No, a Ferrari which top speed is 196mph. Whoops!
Oh and then there's my favorite part... During one race where the lead female is racing and the guy she's racing is losing in his Lamborghini Diablo and he punches his nitrous button and crashes. Luckily the story ends for this guy because he dies, saying i his last breath, "I won."
Who puts nitrous on a Diablo?
And them there's the obligatory "race scenes" where the cars are neck-and-neck. In one scene, four cars are even in the race and the speedometers on these cars all say something dramatically different. Speeds ranging from 120 to 220. What a fukkin' joke. The best part of this movie is the credits.
There was only one other movie that I can remember that was so bad that I couldn't stand to watch it anymore... Leprechaun. This was worse. I tried to turn it off but felt compelled to finish it because I had already wasted so much time watching it. I was pot-committed.
The moral of this story is this: If you think it blows, good chances it does.
And Eddie Griffin owes me 5 bucks.
typical first entry
hello world!
whoops wrong programming... Hello all. This is a new venture for me and like most things I do, I jump all over it...
This space will be a forum for my random thoughts, unusual events, and dreams (seems like all of those are happening more frequently lately). Please feel free to tell me I'm an idiot. I can take it. I have thick skin.
I promise there will be no political agendas forced upon you here... unless I really feel passionate about that particular subject (i.e. fukked up drivers).
So grab a rail, slap on your seat belt (optional) and let's see what the fukk happens.
whoops wrong programming... Hello all. This is a new venture for me and like most things I do, I jump all over it...
This space will be a forum for my random thoughts, unusual events, and dreams (seems like all of those are happening more frequently lately). Please feel free to tell me I'm an idiot. I can take it. I have thick skin.
I promise there will be no political agendas forced upon you here... unless I really feel passionate about that particular subject (i.e. fukked up drivers).
So grab a rail, slap on your seat belt (optional) and let's see what the fukk happens.
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