I don't know...

I just found out some real ill news and I might not be posting anything for a while. Just kinda don't feel like writing. I don't think it would make me feel better ... at least not right now. Feel free to email me something to put up, but other than that, you might not see many updates for the next little while.

Be cool.

I hate making Kool Aid...

Listening to Georgia by Ray Charles. ... I miss not having to work. ... I miss the days when I didn't have a cell phone and people just got in touch with me however they got in touch with me. I don't even remember anymore. ... I miss my grandma. She used to make me a tortilla and rub a stick of butter on it and wrap it up like a burrito. I miss her laugh cuz she used to snort when we'd crack her up. ... I miss playing home run derby in our front yard, me and my brother throwing tennis balls against the house. Our dad would let us do that all night, but my mom would get pissed cuz it would be loud inside the house, I guess. ... I miss being able to wear a hat every day. ... I miss putting on cleats every day. ... I miss making my brother make Kool Aid cuz was too lazy to do it. ... I miss having friends at my house even though I wasn't threre. ... I miss getting my uniform ready on game days. ... I miss being able to fight and not having to worry about going to jail. ... I miss sleeping on Alex's couch for weeks at a time because I had nothing else better to do. ... I miss talking to Leeann like 3 times a day. ... I miss Janelle coming and sitting on my bed to talk about dumb shit. ... I don't miss Tiffany and that's nice. ... I don't miss high school. ... I don't miss the people either, so I don't ask me to go to a reunion. All the people I want to talk to, I haven't lost contact with. ... I miss the days when I didn't like or worry about girls. A lot less headaches and a lot more free time. ... I miss the days without text messages. ... I miss hearing her call me "babe." ... I miss my mom's cooking. ... I miss when the WWF was fun to watch and all the guys either drank all the time or were on juice. ... I miss when you couldn't wait for the next Wu-Tang person to release an album. ... I miss dancng at weddings, and despite what the preconceived notion might be, I do dance. ... I miss my hot tub. ... I miss going to different cities every summer and teaching journalism classes. ... I already miss the "switch." Yes, that was for you. ... I miss when Larenz Tate was making movies. ... I miss when Ice Cube was a good rapper. ... I miss Los Angeles and the Bay. ... I miss pool parties bartended by my dad. He used to get the girls drunk for us. And Art used to not be able to close the deal with the girl and Alex and Gabe would laugh at him. ... You know what your problem is? You have no game. ... I miss girls with short shorts and pony tails. ... I miss when the Oakland A's were good, even if they're not my favorite team. ... I miss when cartoons used to be good besides the ones on AS. ... I always miss having my hair cut when it's like 2 weeks long. ... I also miss not having to worry about getting haircuts. ... I miss picking you up from the airport. ... I miss my Nissan. ... I miss my friends working at pizza places and getting free shit. ... I don't miss 100-plus degrees. ... I don't miss my parents screaming at each other. ... I miss not writing this blog. ... Listening to Other Side of the Game by Badu. ... Be cool and miss the kid.

Pizza, Celeste and Asians...

Listening to Xzibit. The first one, not that other bullshit the attempted to pass off as decent music. ... I don't know who T is but wetness can be fantastic. ... So just because you're from a bogus ass podunk town in the middle of a fucking orchard and surrounded by dirt and littered with the remnants of dirtiness doesn't give you the right to be a motherfucking lunatic. You're not that fine to be opening your mouth like your intelligent or to be disrespecting people in a vehicle that doesn't belong to you and when you're drunk ass is receiving a ride in a city you don't know from the any other in the country. Bitches ... yes, bitches ... who act as such are liable to be socked in the eyeball and/or be felt up by my drunk friends. Because basically, you're asking to be treated like just another jumpoff when you decide you wanna be high and mighty and act like your nose belongs in the air. Bluntly, if my FATHER wasn't driving, you woulda had your skinny ass left in downtown San Francisco at 2:30 in the morning, leaving you completely open to be accosted by homeless men. ... With all that being said, I think I had one of the dopest nights of my life that same night. I've been sworn to secrecy on some of the events of the evening, but I will say that no one should be afraid to throw up at 4 a.m. on a massage therapist who is fresh off the boat from Vietnam or Korea or the Phillipines or wherever the fuck else people with those skills come from. ... Pizza by the slice can save the day. ... Celeste ... hmmmm ... not sure where to go with that. I had a lot of fun, though. ... Sometimes it's better to leave things untold to the rest of the inquiring public. ... Alex played the nice guy role to perfection. ... I'm surprised no one lost their phone. That seems to be one of the things that usually happens when the drunk nights happen. ... Sometimes people are quiet because they observe everything you do. And sometimes those same people are not judgemental enough to form snap opinions about you. But sometimes, you do shit enough times that it becomes just who you are and not that person forming a judgement based on a night or two. And sometimes, just sometimes, that person who is observing is smart enough to realize that that is who you are, not an annomoly or freak occurance. So don't get pissy when they call you on it, kid. ... Being drunk is fine. Being sloppy and not being able to stand is stupid. ... A girl told me this yesterday ... "When I call, you answer. Period." ... Amber lagged. ... If you seriously can't tell me what's going on in the world we live in, that's selfish. Your news isn't the only news that matters, especially when we're in a depression and people are losing their jobs. Without being able to read the writing on the wall, you're bound to be blindsided. ... I'll be in Houston soon. ... I'll be in Dallas soon after. ... I can't wait to be back in Phoenix. ... I can't wait to be back in the Bay. ... I can't wait to be back with my dudes. ... I'm done now. ... Listening to something off Mike Cameron's iPod. ... Be cool and look in the mirror.

Wetness...

Listening to MF Doom. ... Rainouts suck. ... Twitter sucks. ... MySpace sucks. ... Facebook is the same thing despite you trying to defend it as something more "classy" and "mature" and "not as ghetto." ... Bullshit. ... Good day, bitches.

Don't waste my time...

Listening to something white people probably listen to, so I don't know what it is. ... Anyway, do NOT send me pictures on my phone of things unless you KNOW I'm interested in them. And I'm only interested in naked pictures of real people, not shit that's been forwarded 4,000 times, and hilarioud things you captured with your phone. Again, not something forwarded since 2005. I don't want to see a picture of your cat, your nephew, a joke, or anything other than something you know I want. ... Also, this is amusing ... http://www.atom.com/funny_videos/white_problems/?brand=gorilla. ... That is all. Peace and chicken grease.