here i am again - at home this time . . . letting my thoughts run like a banshee . . . and yes they scream like banshees too . . .
i feel my motherboard hanging on by her several final breaths and i scramble to make use of my companion laptop . . . the longest relationship i've had in years . . .
if you have not already noticed, i am largely a fan of the three dot ellipses. . .
here we embark on a time in our lives where the dust settles and the impossible becomes less possible, the unknown path of our future becomes slowly visible and is graced by (hopefully) thoughtful decisions and love and support . . . well . . i feel like i constantly beat this dead horse over and over, because it's just new and because of the nature of the beast, change is . . . a little less than dreaded and a little more than unwelcome . . .
done with the horse.
i think that people should not draw in their eyebrows with pencil unless the really have a circumstance in their lives where they grown no hair. otherwise, often times, it can look ridiculous. now if you've actually done it well, i havent noticed, then i don't care. kudos.
and does anyone else (that doesn't have an iphone and is insanely jealous of having one) find those little statements at the end of emails condescending?
" yada yada yada yada . . blah blah blah
and so on and so on and so on . . . . . . .
this is such an interesting email . . . . .
yours truly, t - money
Sent from my iPhone"
another thing. what about these rapper-turned-actors? really ? please pull yourself together and knock the bitches off your lap and wipe the dust off your nose before you try to have a facial expression on broadcast television. what producer/director/casting agent thought it was okay to have washed up wanna-be-pimps as the funny father figure or the tough guy cop . . .
judging by this blog, rants from home are a bit more bitter sounding eh?
life has been good to me these past few weeks :)
god (or whatever aging bearded being is out there watching our every move), keep it coming paisano.
im into the italian thing for the moment - cant get enough of franky and his Mambo Italiano :)
also Peter Yorn - Lose You
and ive been obsessed with Peter Schilling for a while now . . i just heard one of his songs REDID in an F-ing LINCOLN commercial . . . that . . to me . . snatched my heart out of my chest . . i felt my stomach turn . . it was as if someone took Major Tom (the name of the song) . . slapped it around, and bent it over a table. but this time, the other watchmen did not come in and save the spectre of Major Tom. The defiled and tainted song was broadcasted and it all but stole a tear from my ungracious ducts.
god help the mainstream that keeps tempting me and disgusting me at the same time. this is one love-hate relationship i seem indebted to keep solid in my life.