Few things to mention so I'll break them up -
First, Both Wednesday and Thursday I went with my friend Jared to the park. Now Jared just got engaged and his girlfriend has a three year old, Vic. Usually I claim to hate kids but when you have a three year old tugging on your arm pleading, "Tommy, let's go swing!" It's just the most adorable thing ever. It makes me want a kid, maybe I won't be as bad of a dad as I thought. Also, at the park, when you're running around the playground, pushing a kid on the swings, all of the moms apparently adore that. When Jared was off doing something and I was watching Vic all of the moms must have thought I was Vic's dad, and they all thought it was really empowering that I was so young and taking care of my kid instead of running off on him. Also Vic is a pasty white kid with blonde hair, and so am I, so I guess the similarity is there. All I know is that I would soooooo love being a dad and can't wait to raise a little boy (or girl, I don't have much of a say in what gender my kid is going to be) at some point in my life.
Second, I've written 5 first drafts in the past month, which is astonishing because I usually write one in about 2 months. One is a story about a flight attendant and the loneliness of air travel, second is a story about a guy who kills a kid in a store robbery and is hailed as a hero but he doesn't exactly feel like a hero, third is a story about a boy who meets a girl, and then they fall in love, and then are torn apart all-too-soon. Yeah, that one is filled with originality. It's based on what happened to my friend when we went to Florida 2 years ago. He met a girl one day, spent all day with her, fell for the girl, and the next day she was leaving. The boy was heartbroken and I couldn't blame him. Next is a story about a father who kills his wife's lover and after being released from jail tries to rekindle things with his daughter. Then a story about a group of sixth graders at summer camp when they all hit puberty at the same time and deal with their awkward sexuality in the confines of summer camp. Ah to be young when knowing that french kissing meant to put your tongue in someone's mouth was the grossest thing ever. Last, but not least, (I think this makes 6, it's too late to go back and fix things) is a story about a girl with CIPA (congenital insensitivity to pain with anhidrosis) which basically means she can't feel pain. It's a true disorder, and only a small, small number of Americans have it (like less than 20).
Third and last. Ladies, in case you ever find yourself in a position where you want to absolutely win me over in one swift move, vanilla vodka, and vanilla Coke. See, a thing about me is that I have a huge major fetish for vanilla. Now I'm still trying to figure out any applicable sexual uses for vanilla, but anything vanilla will make me want to marry you. Then again something like a vanilla fetish might scare some people.
On that note, I need another extra vanilla, vodka and Coke. Mmmmmm......
First, Both Wednesday and Thursday I went with my friend Jared to the park. Now Jared just got engaged and his girlfriend has a three year old, Vic. Usually I claim to hate kids but when you have a three year old tugging on your arm pleading, "Tommy, let's go swing!" It's just the most adorable thing ever. It makes me want a kid, maybe I won't be as bad of a dad as I thought. Also, at the park, when you're running around the playground, pushing a kid on the swings, all of the moms apparently adore that. When Jared was off doing something and I was watching Vic all of the moms must have thought I was Vic's dad, and they all thought it was really empowering that I was so young and taking care of my kid instead of running off on him. Also Vic is a pasty white kid with blonde hair, and so am I, so I guess the similarity is there. All I know is that I would soooooo love being a dad and can't wait to raise a little boy (or girl, I don't have much of a say in what gender my kid is going to be) at some point in my life.
Second, I've written 5 first drafts in the past month, which is astonishing because I usually write one in about 2 months. One is a story about a flight attendant and the loneliness of air travel, second is a story about a guy who kills a kid in a store robbery and is hailed as a hero but he doesn't exactly feel like a hero, third is a story about a boy who meets a girl, and then they fall in love, and then are torn apart all-too-soon. Yeah, that one is filled with originality. It's based on what happened to my friend when we went to Florida 2 years ago. He met a girl one day, spent all day with her, fell for the girl, and the next day she was leaving. The boy was heartbroken and I couldn't blame him. Next is a story about a father who kills his wife's lover and after being released from jail tries to rekindle things with his daughter. Then a story about a group of sixth graders at summer camp when they all hit puberty at the same time and deal with their awkward sexuality in the confines of summer camp. Ah to be young when knowing that french kissing meant to put your tongue in someone's mouth was the grossest thing ever. Last, but not least, (I think this makes 6, it's too late to go back and fix things) is a story about a girl with CIPA (congenital insensitivity to pain with anhidrosis) which basically means she can't feel pain. It's a true disorder, and only a small, small number of Americans have it (like less than 20).
Third and last. Ladies, in case you ever find yourself in a position where you want to absolutely win me over in one swift move, vanilla vodka, and vanilla Coke. See, a thing about me is that I have a huge major fetish for vanilla. Now I'm still trying to figure out any applicable sexual uses for vanilla, but anything vanilla will make me want to marry you. Then again something like a vanilla fetish might scare some people.
On that note, I need another extra vanilla, vodka and Coke. Mmmmmm......
_cielo_:
I loooove iced vanilla lattes, does this mean we have to get hitched now?? 