Dear parents of female friends,
I just wanted to let you all know that your daughter and I are not fornicating viciously just because she and I are in the same room and out of your sight. Really, there’s no need to make us sit awkwardly in the living room. If we wanted to do the nasty, it would have been done before we even got there. Merci. I swear. The kids who need these types of parents live in a family that...
of watching you two attack each other like animals. Seventeen years of your sudden screams putting a halt to all tranquillity inside me. Ten years of telling you to stop. Ten years of looking forward to when you left. Four years of attempting to not care anymore. 3 years of having the physical strength to pull you off each other and constrict the more aggressive one. A few months of...
Westerners eat too much. I eat too much. +3000 calories a day? That’s me. I don’t even need that much food right now (gym attendance is irregular during winter break). When I open a restaurant, I’m going to serve smaller, REGULAR portions with taste big enough to gain Bourdain’s acceptance. I took the idea from this dish I just had (4 Cheese and Herb Ravioli from...
The bleakness of Christmas day is almost a burden that comes with celebrating the American way (not that I did, I opened my presents at midnight as is custom in Mexico). Nothing is open, no one is around, and you’re left enclosed at home until you decide to go watch Robert Downey Jr. play the role of Sherlock Holmes. I have about 5 more hours left in the day and little to do with them....
This is the first Christmas
that you’re sober. Thank you, father. This year I won’t have to write a blog in spite of your drinking problem.
You’re so young, Omar. I think you feel too passionately for things.
Fuck being on the road.
You eat the worst meals of your life. Protein bars that taste like cyanide and a heart-stopping Combo #1.
Me: So what's the general Pakistani outlook on Mexicans?
Oozma: That you guys are dirty.
Oozma: That's just because we're "dirty" too. Everyone looks down on us, so we just want someone to look down on too.
Me: Well, let me tell you something. You and I might be "dirty", but at least our souls are clean.
Facebook disabled my account.
Who needs social networking anyway? I need more Radiohead in my life. I’m just not one to download whole discographies. Showbiz by MUSE would also be a great addition to my library. I’m seeing them in February (and BTBAM next month). I was trying to find Velvetinia and Por Vos Muero the other day. They’re in my house… somewhere. My iPod needs more tranquil music.
So coarse is the world.
When I was younger I used to think the government was this grand entity with a secretive control over society. In retrospect, I’ve realized that they don’t do shit. I don’t trust my future in the signing of a document, because it won’t be. The Art Institute provides great opportunities, but I’ll be unable to attend without dishing out the amount of two Jettas in less...
Cheri Père Noël,
Apportez-moi une fille avec les caractéristiques suivantes: A face that is not plastered in makeup. Subtle, yet stunning. Lungs that have never voluntarily known tobacco. A liver free of constant harm. A mind that has rejected the poison of religion. Eyes with warmth. Diamond smile. Hands that create art. (optional) Coital desire. (Come on, I’m 17) I need a haircut. I had no idea...
Dead as History.
Avant Remember how you barely ate at dinner that day? How you barely ate anything at all? The hell’s wrong with you? That shit was au jus. Apres Looks like you stayed a little hungry. I don’t blame you. A few bites of quail doesn’t seem very filling ;]
Paris is a mesmerizing film (maybe the HDMI cable...
I think Jesus and Mary Magdalene were crushing on each other. When she went to go visit his grave, he metaphorically ‘resurrected’ through her and she continued to spread his gospel. Then some unknown party takes over and distorts this early version of Christianity for their convenience. There’s great novel potential in this drama. Jesus was Big Boss and Mary Magdalene was...
Hahaha, promise rings...
Sunday morning, empty bed. You’d have been here by now. Forgive these eyes for looking back, just this once. They’ve nothing better to focus on.