It's 2:10 and I must do an lj update.
I like my life. I am happy.
I feel I need to get it out right now because sometimes I'm not happy and I forget how happy I can be.
I've had the perfect weekend (and its not even over yet).
Why?
On April 30th 1987, my lovely Maks was born. I love you Maks, to death. I write in script for you, I stay up late just to love ya, I just love you. So happy motherfucking birthday, doy gracias a los cielos para usted. Who tells it to me straight, and is the funniest, wittiest, smartest, and loveliest boy around? You, thats right, I used superlative to describe you. Thursday we had a lovely dinner. We had beer and sushi, we had cake (with lovely Linda!) and champagne, it was cozy and real nice (because I SAW JOCELYNNNNN!!!!!!). And you know what? Susan and I had pretty much the best conversation about our friendship we ever could have shared, and Mitcho my bo came.
On Friday, FIRST FRIDAY. Shit was hella expensive but damn did we dance. And damn it was just to be out and spot cutiepie Reanne, my lovely little Jen Tam, Brian and Co., and el aleman himself Bryan, and supposedly a Jared? I love the cuts I acquired at Diamond Head doing circles and getting sand in my hair snuggling with Laura. I love that I stripped myself of a sandy dress and the next day when I woke up at 2pm it was clean again (my mama like to wash clothes on Saturdays)
The best part of my Saturday, was after I ate my lunchfast of pinakbet, rice, and adobo, I picked my papa up from work and we went sailing! And the best part was when we would catch wind in the sails and the boat would catch a tilt and bam! my dad would say "Now thats sailing!" On the way home pops insists on a 12 pack of Corona Extras and we arrive home to find my mama mixing together her prized guacamole. I jump in the shower and bam! Tacos ready! MMMPH! So good.
Then I get my phone from my guapo little Mitchell. Lilia calls, haven't seen that bitch in two years so bam! I convince Mitcho and we take some shots, drink a coronita, and off we go to get an ID. Mingled with some lovely ladies (Kristal Yoneda herself!) who were all real swell and FLASH MITCHO! (we didn't need to bring out camera for once, haha! stupid.)
So now I go to bed in peace. Because I am just swell and I like my life again, and I think I'm going in the right direction, with or without my vices. I love my life, I love all of you, and I'm happy again.
p.s. I apologize for all the commas, and I like these people!
Life's good.
I feel I need to get it out right now because sometimes I'm not happy and I forget how happy I can be.
I've had the perfect weekend (and its not even over yet).
Why?
On April 30th 1987, my lovely Maks was born. I love you Maks, to death. I write in script for you, I stay up late just to love ya, I just love you. So happy motherfucking birthday, doy gracias a los cielos para usted. Who tells it to me straight, and is the funniest, wittiest, smartest, and loveliest boy around? You, thats right, I used superlative to describe you. Thursday we had a lovely dinner. We had beer and sushi, we had cake (with lovely Linda!) and champagne, it was cozy and real nice (because I SAW JOCELYNNNNN!!!!!!). And you know what? Susan and I had pretty much the best conversation about our friendship we ever could have shared, and Mitcho my bo came.
On Friday, FIRST FRIDAY. Shit was hella expensive but damn did we dance. And damn it was just to be out and spot cutiepie Reanne, my lovely little Jen Tam, Brian and Co., and el aleman himself Bryan, and supposedly a Jared? I love the cuts I acquired at Diamond Head doing circles and getting sand in my hair snuggling with Laura. I love that I stripped myself of a sandy dress and the next day when I woke up at 2pm it was clean again (my mama like to wash clothes on Saturdays)
The best part of my Saturday, was after I ate my lunchfast of pinakbet, rice, and adobo, I picked my papa up from work and we went sailing! And the best part was when we would catch wind in the sails and the boat would catch a tilt and bam! my dad would say "Now thats sailing!" On the way home pops insists on a 12 pack of Corona Extras and we arrive home to find my mama mixing together her prized guacamole. I jump in the shower and bam! Tacos ready! MMMPH! So good.
Then I get my phone from my guapo little Mitchell. Lilia calls, haven't seen that bitch in two years so bam! I convince Mitcho and we take some shots, drink a coronita, and off we go to get an ID. Mingled with some lovely ladies (Kristal Yoneda herself!) who were all real swell and FLASH MITCHO! (we didn't need to bring out camera for once, haha! stupid.)
So now I go to bed in peace. Because I am just swell and I like my life again, and I think I'm going in the right direction, with or without my vices. I love my life, I love all of you, and I'm happy again.
p.s. I apologize for all the commas, and I like these people!
Life's good.