I want to do a post on suicide and other rants I have on my mind, but I haven't got the time to put it down. Also rented The Soprano's 2nd Season on DVD to keep me busy. I filled out one of those silly questionnaires. You can find it here.
A classmate of mine is coming over. I haven't seen him for over 16 years. Things are so different and fucked up now. It's going to be interesting.
Shit. I need to get laid ASAP. Sorry if it ain't politically correct, fuck it, but my libido's in overdrive these days. Harder for me, being selective and all.
Shit. I need to get laid ASAP. Sorry if it ain't politically correct, fuck it, but my libido's in overdrive these days. Harder for me, being selective and all.
Show me how to smile again
How to live again
How to appreciate what I got
Hold my hand
Kiss me
How to breath again
Inhale
Exhale
Love exists
Just let me show you
How to live again
How to appreciate what I got
Hold my hand
Kiss me
How to breath again
Inhale
Exhale
Love exists
Just let me show you
Let me show you what love is
Love makes you feel complete
Love makes you smile
Love makes you whole
Love gives you strength
Love makes you do things
You've never done before
Love makes you feel alive
That's what love's about
Love makes you feel complete
Love makes you smile
Love makes you whole
Love gives you strength
Love makes you do things
You've never done before
Love makes you feel alive
That's what love's about
"The difference between an optimist, a pessimist and a cynic is that an optimist will say: 'pass the cream please', a pessimist will ask: 'is there any milk left?' and a cynic will remark: 'yeah, there's plenty pal, and it’s all gone sour'." - Gerald Suster
Four years ago...
We would go together since Thursday night until Sunday evening. Partying, dancing, enjoying life. We would go to a bar have a few drinks, dance our pants off or catch a movie. Go home, sleep. We were high on energy, endorphins and whatever else the night brought us. I remember going to the club dancing and coming back to one of our houses just to chat. Then crashing in someone's living room or porch. Sleeping my worries away so I could take the bus home next morning and off to work. At night repeat the same cycle. We were happy, younger and free.
I left after a dream that needed to be followed. I left the rest of you behind. We all dealt with life. My dream went crashing down but the rest of you found your mates and married. It was ironic that I was the one wanting to get married and you got married instead. Four years later I come back, broken. I'm happy some of us got the girl/guy and got married. I'm happy that at least I was the best man in your wedding. I just wished I had the girl and the kids. Loneliness can be so fucking miserable sometimes.
And it was my fault. And it's all gone.
Love,
Jose
We would go together since Thursday night until Sunday evening. Partying, dancing, enjoying life. We would go to a bar have a few drinks, dance our pants off or catch a movie. Go home, sleep. We were high on energy, endorphins and whatever else the night brought us. I remember going to the club dancing and coming back to one of our houses just to chat. Then crashing in someone's living room or porch. Sleeping my worries away so I could take the bus home next morning and off to work. At night repeat the same cycle. We were happy, younger and free.
I left after a dream that needed to be followed. I left the rest of you behind. We all dealt with life. My dream went crashing down but the rest of you found your mates and married. It was ironic that I was the one wanting to get married and you got married instead. Four years later I come back, broken. I'm happy some of us got the girl/guy and got married. I'm happy that at least I was the best man in your wedding. I just wished I had the girl and the kids. Loneliness can be so fucking miserable sometimes.
And it was my fault. And it's all gone.
Love,
Jose
"loneliness is making my love poetry better. my love life worse." - Beau Sia
True that. Click his link or else.
True that. Click his link or else.
Too many ideas and still I need the will to focus and concentrate. Getting the band together, Starting to write the book sitting on my head. Getting my stuff together. I must do it.
I need you so much. Where are you? Maybe it's because I'm looking for you. Better stop looking and let you come. Still...
It seems I might have a band after all. Let's see what happens.
It seems I might have a band after all. Let's see what happens.
My friend Rafael from the Musique Concrete Ensemble is back home for a visit. It was good to see him and Jorge from Cornucopia. Good tidings for this year and the ones to come. Wheee!!!!!!!!!
Ok so I finally got Linux running on my laptop. Hurray! After quite a struggle, I'm finally online and with Linux. If I feel like it, I might document this struggle.
Ok now I'm tired.
Ok now I'm tired.
Ok.......
First off...... Happy F*ck*n New Year.......yadda yadda yadda
I've decided this year to beef up my computer skills. Bought some Linux apps for my box so I can finally look at life outside Microsoft. It's definetely a process, but true learning is somewhat challenging.
Aside from that I went to my friend's wedding reception. Her sister and I used to be clubbing partners and we're going out tonight. Should be fun. It's her last night here so I *want* it to be a blast. Hopefully.
Back to lalaland.
First off...... Happy F*ck*n New Year.......yadda yadda yadda
I've decided this year to beef up my computer skills. Bought some Linux apps for my box so I can finally look at life outside Microsoft. It's definetely a process, but true learning is somewhat challenging.
Aside from that I went to my friend's wedding reception. Her sister and I used to be clubbing partners and we're going out tonight. Should be fun. It's her last night here so I *want* it to be a blast. Hopefully.
Back to lalaland.
Hey hey hey
Have you noticed that We're NOT hunting Osama anymore? We're looking for Omar now......
Quaint, isn't it?
Have you noticed that We're NOT hunting Osama anymore? We're looking for Omar now......
Quaint, isn't it?
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