It was an odd week last week.
Monday I went home with Masuimi Max after drinking with her and a friend of mine. She made me dinner and we chatted. She offered to clean parts of my house, but only if I record them and put it on her site.
I ended up cabbing it home at 4 in the morning.
The rest of the week was spent getting ready for my best friend's 10 year anniversary at the uhh, something in downtown LA. Fuck me if I can remember the name but it used to be some men's department store. It's fancy as shit.
The food was good. The alcohol was free. My friends were happy. I went home with my best friend's gorgeous sister, who also happens to be a good friend. All in all, it was an excellent night.
Saturday I went to the Big Foot Lodge and saw Octovio's leopard underwear. And that's about all I remember. After noticing my 100 dollar bar tab I know why.
Oh my.
At the bar my Ex tried to chat with me. My friend's sister was deflecting her and purposfully trying to make her jealous. Not that it mattered to me, but it was touching none-the-less to see my friends be protective.
Earlier on this week I found out why my Ex wanted to talk to me. She was apologetic about how she handled things with me, you know, "I was confused. I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt you..." blahblahblah.
I'll never understand the need to bring these sorts of things up when it's over. I mean, it's done. She has a boyfriend and I've been over it for some time. We're not seeing each other anymore and we barely talk, if at all. So what's the need to apologize?
I suppose guilt can really weigh on you.
My mom has an auto-immune disease which is treatable, thank god. I'm really worried about her.
When she told me she may have cancer I rolled through a range of emotions, expecting the worse. Thinking maybe I'd have to fight with the rest of my so-called-family to carry out my mother's wishes if it came down to it.
Fucking ghouls, the lot of them.
My life seems to be getting a little weirder every day.
That's quantum physics, right? Nothing is impossible, only improbable. When one improbable thing happens it makes more improbable things probable.
Tomorrow I fly off to Portland and see my brother for his 30th birthday. Let's hope he sees another year.
I'm staying with this friend I know, who's going to want to fool around. But strangely enough, after last Saturday I feel... I'm not sure.
It's been years since I've had anything stable and I think I'm finally start to feel it. Not that I feel the need to run out and grab the first woman looking for a ring, but you know... maybe it's time I stop having shallow relationships altogether and keep myself open in case something deeper comes along, if that ever happens.
I'm not afraid to be alone. I have been for the last six years.
Work squeezing away all my free time. I need to sleep and dream of a better tomorrow.
Monday I went home with Masuimi Max after drinking with her and a friend of mine. She made me dinner and we chatted. She offered to clean parts of my house, but only if I record them and put it on her site.
I ended up cabbing it home at 4 in the morning.
The rest of the week was spent getting ready for my best friend's 10 year anniversary at the uhh, something in downtown LA. Fuck me if I can remember the name but it used to be some men's department store. It's fancy as shit.
The food was good. The alcohol was free. My friends were happy. I went home with my best friend's gorgeous sister, who also happens to be a good friend. All in all, it was an excellent night.
Saturday I went to the Big Foot Lodge and saw Octovio's leopard underwear. And that's about all I remember. After noticing my 100 dollar bar tab I know why.
Oh my.
At the bar my Ex tried to chat with me. My friend's sister was deflecting her and purposfully trying to make her jealous. Not that it mattered to me, but it was touching none-the-less to see my friends be protective.
Earlier on this week I found out why my Ex wanted to talk to me. She was apologetic about how she handled things with me, you know, "I was confused. I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt you..." blahblahblah.
I'll never understand the need to bring these sorts of things up when it's over. I mean, it's done. She has a boyfriend and I've been over it for some time. We're not seeing each other anymore and we barely talk, if at all. So what's the need to apologize?
I suppose guilt can really weigh on you.
My mom has an auto-immune disease which is treatable, thank god. I'm really worried about her.
When she told me she may have cancer I rolled through a range of emotions, expecting the worse. Thinking maybe I'd have to fight with the rest of my so-called-family to carry out my mother's wishes if it came down to it.
Fucking ghouls, the lot of them.
My life seems to be getting a little weirder every day.
That's quantum physics, right? Nothing is impossible, only improbable. When one improbable thing happens it makes more improbable things probable.
Tomorrow I fly off to Portland and see my brother for his 30th birthday. Let's hope he sees another year.
I'm staying with this friend I know, who's going to want to fool around. But strangely enough, after last Saturday I feel... I'm not sure.
It's been years since I've had anything stable and I think I'm finally start to feel it. Not that I feel the need to run out and grab the first woman looking for a ring, but you know... maybe it's time I stop having shallow relationships altogether and keep myself open in case something deeper comes along, if that ever happens.
I'm not afraid to be alone. I have been for the last six years.
Work squeezing away all my free time. I need to sleep and dream of a better tomorrow.
you are my fucking hero... damn.
have a good trip, let's hook up when you get back, I think I am going on tour soon, so it may be the last chance for a minute...
;-)