Flawless babble from the single most important human being ever to walk the earth.
Slowly becoming more comfortable with who I am now, enabling others to slowly accept that I’ll never be THAT Jorge again.
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Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
Two microbiologists set out to create the world’s first ever LIVING Google.
Ok, two things.
My life is really evil. There are people starving in the world, and I drive an Infiniti.That’s really evil. There are people who just starve to death, and that’s all they ever did. There are some people who are just born and they go, “Oh, I’m hungry” and then they die. And that’s all they ever got to do. Meanwhile, I’m in my car, having a great time and sleep like a baby.
It’s totally my fault! Cuz I could trade my Infiniti for a really nice car, like a nice Ford Focus with no miles on it, and I’d get back like $20,000 and I could save hundreds of people from dying of starvation with that money. And every day, I don’t do it. Every day, I make them die with my car.
Louis CK - Always reliable for a really good laugh that makes you feel a tiny bit guilty.
I write long blog entries. Get over it.
The holiday is only a week away and every now and then, I feel a twinge of the Christmas spirit. It is always a fleeting feeling.
I don’t know if it is somehow related to my upbringing or if something else is to blame, but I have never been inclined to anticipate major dates on the calendar. It is a constant struggle for me to “look forward to” events like my birthday, Thanksgiving and Christmas. If there is any calendar event that genuinely excites me, it is probably New Year’s. But even that has lost its luster for me this year. This is not for a lack of trying, mind you. Internally, I always know that I am just weird if I don’t demonstrate enthusiasm for certain holidays. So I tell myself to figure out why I care about the upcoming events.
If it’s my birthday, I try to determine how it benefits my life. I could finally drink when I turned 21! I didn’t. I was too godly for that. But at least I finally had the legal option. 25 was my golden birthday and the supposed required age for me to see a dramatic drop in my insurance rates. I was looking forward to that, but those rates didn’t actually drop because by then, I was married to a woman with a couple of accidents and tickets on her driving record. At least, that was what my insurance provider told me. And I suppose I can look forward to 30 because…..well, I won’t be in my 20s anymore?
Absolute blog entry magic by
You have bewitched me, Madam.
As you so delicately retrieve from your buttocks the crushed velvet sweatpants that have wedged between those massive mounds of tempting flesh, I am filled with ravenous lust. The crocks that adorn your feet seamlessly blend into the pattern of the floor upon which…
Life isn’t going to be perfect.
Something has changed, just don’t ask me to give it a name.