honesty is the best policy

honestly, it is. for others.

so being the totally dishonest dickhead that i am, i have yet to tell my parents that i've been unemployed for over 2 months. it's for their own good, i swear. if i had told her, my eardrums would be permanently damaged by now, and insomnia would've wrecked my mom's health. see how fucking considerate i am?

it was an easy cover when she was living at my grandma's, but guess what? she's staying with me till friday or saturday.

now i'm stuck sitting at starbucks, pretending i'm at work, while my mom's at home, cleaning (or gathering evidence in her neverending case against me. i'm not paranoid or anything, you know) my house.

did i hide my porn well enough? cigarettes? naked pictures of the cat?

shit, can't a guy just lead a fraudulent life in peace?

concert series II

foo fighters and weezer are coming to town on october 10th.

who wants to go?

i went

i talked

i exaggerated

i smiled

i waited

i heard back

i accepted

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Strrrrrike

two swings, two strikes.

nerve wrecking awkward attempts, but at least i swung at the pitch. pretty much swinging blindy. at least it's slightly entertaining to the viewers out there.

i think i'll keep on swinging at the pitches. maybe it's better to go down swinging, rather than get called out by the umpire. maybe persistance will pay off, or maybe i'll get a hro.

and why is everyone looking at me with a slight grin on their faces? do ya'll know something i don't?

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it's hard to evaluate a proposition with virtually all the variables unknown.

i'm tempted.

no matter how nonchalant i might try to be, i am tempted.

i need to chill out.

do this

fuck the people. save the helpless animals.

if it were your pet in this situation, wouldn't you want others to help?

deep thoughts

these days of unemployment has offered me a rare chance to delve deep into my inner existance. i mean, you can only read the paper for so long over a cup of coffee. i won't even pretend that i'm thinking of ways to achieve world peace or erradicate poverty.

i am selfish afterall. most topics involve me. my wants, what ifs, why didn't i, etc.

today was no exception. wanna know today's topic?

can i beat a wheelchair bound roger federer in tennis?

after extensive deliberation, i still can't decide either way. one one hand, he's in a fucking wheelchair, for god's sake. one the other hand, i'll still have to return his shots. i mean, either serving or receiving, i still have to be able to track down his shots and pretty much try to string him left/right or hit a drop shot. i think it pretty much boils down to whether i can return his serves or not.

i think i might need to stop thinking deep thoughts.

ageless wonders

as i was running around yesterday, trying to get all the licences in order, i ended up at the county licence office.

i filled out the simple form, then sat on the bench, waiting my turn, when a fragile, grey-haired couple walked in. apparently the place you apply for a traders license is the same place you would go to get a marriage license.

the gentleman was 69, but he looked 10 years younger. he was soft spoken, and divorced 10 years ago. he looked smart in a pair of khakis and nicely ironed button down shirt.

the lady was 71 years old. she was slightly hunched over, with a pretty flower dress on. she spoke with an accent that i thought was russian, but turns out she was british. she was widowed in 1979.

after the clerk obtained all of their information, they shuffled slowly, hand in hand to an adjacent room to get their vows read to them.

yes, i'm still alive

these last days of summer finds me attending to a very much welcomed distraction : my own business.

well, technically, 1/3 of it's mine, but just to simplify things, i'll just say it's mine.

it's a small sub shop, but hey, everyone has to start somewhere, right? most of my waking hours have been spent either at the store, or dealing with things related to the store. it's kept me incredibly busy, but after a a month and half of nothings, it's wonderful.

the picture on the other front looks decently promising too. Don't want to count my eggs before they hatch, so i'll just leave it at that for now.

sometimes i still have trouble believing that i've been bumming for a month and half now. time does fly, doesn't it? the year's almost over, and i still haven't visited 2 countries like i said i would, and i still haven't taken the scuba class. one would think that with 45 days of unemployment, i could've done those things, but, but, but,

shut up.