Sorry about the weird entry the other day. Messed up last couple of days.
First, Friday. The lovely wife and I went to our INS Interview and passed. Yea for us. So, to celebrate, we went to have All-You-Can Eat Sushi Happy Hour at Nooshi in D-town DC. That rocked too. Then, we went to E-Street Cinema to watch "We Don't Live here anymore." Great stories, Good Movie, Bad Idea for us to see. For those who do not know, the love of me life and I are having what you could politely "martial difficulties". In other words, we both fucked up... a lot. Especially me. Anyhoo, a movie about couples fucking up and turning their lifes up side down was not the best idea with all our of scars still fresh. We are in a limbo mode and trying to be friendly with each other, just see where life takes us. We ended up arguing with each other on the drive back. That turned into shouting to took us the entire 17 miles home plus stopping to "try" and chill out. It just sucked to be reminded about all the pain, that is still very much alive. We ended up apologizing to each other, so that helped.
Saturday and Sunday were typical lazy days. Nothing much there.
Then, Monday... my mother calls me as I am leaving work. My cousin Ali, a beautiful, friendly soul, died on Saturday in a motorcycle accident. Now, I was never close with the cousins on my dad's side of the family since I was the youngest one out of all of my dad's 11 siblings' offspring. But still, it felt like someone very close had died. I just could not stop but think about her, her mom, one of my nicest aunts, her kids. Her boyfriend survived the crash, the girl whose car ran the red light only had scratches. Why? Why her? Why not me? I am not the biggest fuck up amongst the cousins but she was one of the best.
I have nothing against death. I have, since very little, had an understanding of death. It is just another phase. I am not a religious man. But there are days like Monday and Tuesday last that makes both hate God and wish for more of a spiritual connection with "it".
God, this is too deep... Can I have a beer and a crappy show on TV tell me what to do, please?
First, Friday. The lovely wife and I went to our INS Interview and passed. Yea for us. So, to celebrate, we went to have All-You-Can Eat Sushi Happy Hour at Nooshi in D-town DC. That rocked too. Then, we went to E-Street Cinema to watch "We Don't Live here anymore." Great stories, Good Movie, Bad Idea for us to see. For those who do not know, the love of me life and I are having what you could politely "martial difficulties". In other words, we both fucked up... a lot. Especially me. Anyhoo, a movie about couples fucking up and turning their lifes up side down was not the best idea with all our of scars still fresh. We are in a limbo mode and trying to be friendly with each other, just see where life takes us. We ended up arguing with each other on the drive back. That turned into shouting to took us the entire 17 miles home plus stopping to "try" and chill out. It just sucked to be reminded about all the pain, that is still very much alive. We ended up apologizing to each other, so that helped.
Saturday and Sunday were typical lazy days. Nothing much there.
Then, Monday... my mother calls me as I am leaving work. My cousin Ali, a beautiful, friendly soul, died on Saturday in a motorcycle accident. Now, I was never close with the cousins on my dad's side of the family since I was the youngest one out of all of my dad's 11 siblings' offspring. But still, it felt like someone very close had died. I just could not stop but think about her, her mom, one of my nicest aunts, her kids. Her boyfriend survived the crash, the girl whose car ran the red light only had scratches. Why? Why her? Why not me? I am not the biggest fuck up amongst the cousins but she was one of the best.
I have nothing against death. I have, since very little, had an understanding of death. It is just another phase. I am not a religious man. But there are days like Monday and Tuesday last that makes both hate God and wish for more of a spiritual connection with "it".
God, this is too deep... Can I have a beer and a crappy show on TV tell me what to do, please?
Ahora estas sangrando y todo rasguado. Hecho bien mierda por odiar a los gatitos.
Y yo extrao tener perro, la compaia no se compara.
Y no fui al final, capaz voy este viernes