hornitos

you know you're getting old .. when you tweek your back , bending over to turn on a table lamp. .


the school i wanted to go to, wants $19,000 tuition for 2 years. .



yeah right. .

i guess i'm getting my degree from the community college .

i have so much nothing to say. . i've realized my monitor has an anagram of 'hip lips'. .

my son went on his own to his school counselor and transferred from art class to school band. .

and now i guess he's learning to play the saxophone. .

he says he already learned '7 nation army' . . ugh

how many instruments can he learn that i have to hear the white stripes on?

i'm making him read 1984 right now. .

i also make him write a journal .

i don't really make him. . i just. .tell him to. . and use whatever motivational techniques, i have at my disposal to make sure he does it. .

restriction threats. . guilt threats,
and the best of all threats. .

"you wanna end up like me?"

i wonder if he finds me threatening?


i know he doesn't . .

we get along great .

i'm happy , thinking about him right now. .

it seems as if my son , has negated my feelings of . . nothing evr works out right, everything sucks , the world 's gonna end and i'm lonely and scared. .

at least half the time anyways. .

and believe you me , i can use those times off. .