These are my words of the day.

Aficionado: an enthusiastic admirer; a fan.

Timorous: full of apprehensiveness; fearful.

Venal: capable of being bought; also, corruptible

They were selected for me by Google since Google in the business of know what everyone thinks and does. Even this blog is powered by Google, so they know exactly how I feel.
Well how else would they know I’m an Aficionado of beautiful women and fierce competition. With my enthusiasm I’m quite timorous because of my venal tendencies. Ah yes I just use all three words in my description of what kind of person I’m not. I’ve been racking my heads for some things to talk about today and I can’t seem to come up with anything interesting. Except that I saw a preview for a movie yesterday that I think might have summed up my life, though I thought Garden State was that movie this movie My last Kiss is hitting closer to home and ironically Zach Braff is in this movie. I think its has to do with all this alone time I’ve been having with myself that I’ve been just thinking so much that it hurts. Thinking can be just as bad as doing sometimes. I can’t and shouldn’t reveal those thoughts but its just one of those moments when you say to yourself “what the hell am I doing?”

I don’t know if this movie necessarily is answering that particular question or even giving some kind of clarity but it does give a snap shot about life in progression and regression.
Life, Love, and Time have a way of moving on even if you’re not ready to do so. In my head I’m still 21 and I’m still trying to figure out who the heck (G version) I’m suppose to be. I think about the girl I thought I was going to love for the rest of my life when I was 21, how that has changed is remarkable in itself. I guess your thought of love can be shattered when a person chooses someone over you and then gets married to them. Life moved on. I think about the relationships I’ve had in the past couple of years, some memorable while others where just tormenting to me mentally. People always say
“Get it over it!’
The only one’s that get over it are the ones who decided to end it, they’ve already internalized those feeling that were so outward, they’re Love has already moved on.
Then I think about recent catastrophes, Katrina, Tsunamis of 04, president bush being re-elected. The water has receded, the beaches have been rebuilt, and Bush will be out of office in 08. The winds of time wait for no man.

Well anyways I hope to enjoy my time with Hol this weekend….have a safe and fun Fourth of July doing whatever it is you do.

Sealed with a Kiss from the Rose on the Grave

Seal and Heidi's child
Why is it that some people can’t stand Seal?

I have to say that I’m a bit envious of Seal’s success. Here is a bum from the streets of London that looks like he had been hit by millions of pellets but his voice was that of a musical genius! I suppose that too is up for argument since no one I know likes the Kiss of a rose on the grave or some odd name like that. I have to admit I do own a Seal CD, hahaha… It’s ok to laugh if you’re aware of your absurdness, right? Well I guess one could say that Seal is lucky, lucky to be born with a voice like his. This man’s voice has given him the opportunity to make a large sum of money, to meet interesting people, to wear fine clothes and eat at fine eateries as well as to meet beautiful women that in any other realm of reality would have slapped Seal back to the streets of London. Heidi Klum why won’t you wake up! Sorry, it’s horrible of me to think such things. I wonder if Seal still sleeps in a cardboard box, like if MTV cribs where to go check out his crib, would we find a cardboard box in his bedroom and maybe an empty can cylinder with fire brewing from it. I hope Seal doesn’t read this (he probably should so he could get the hint that he’s not that cool!) I mean I’m sure Seal could kick my ass if he wanted to but then again maybe he can’t since his face is all scarred up from failed fights. I know what ya’ll (my southern adaptation is almost complete) are thinking, he probably starting singing that Kiss from the Rose on the grave song and that’s why he got his all scarred up!

Things to take away from this: Heidi Klum is obviously willing to date any man as long as he’s got money(note to self get rich soon) bums can lead productive lives if given the opportunity.


Well seeing how it’s Monday afternoon, I hope that was a bit amusing to some of you out in the west coast still working or pretending to work.

Don't judge me, because I believe in Science.

Ouch! I suppose that spanglish isn't for everyone. I recently talk Justin about what he thought about NachoooooooooooooooLibre? He said he came away disappointed,he was expecting much more. In fairness to Justin, he might be right. Nothing against Jon Heder but he's no where as funny as Jack Black, though I've seen jb do better with less of a role. As I was reading rotten tomatoes for its take on the movie I came across a quote/review saying "slightly less funny than cancer"
WOw, I never knew that cancer was in the running for funny. I can't say this movie was the best but I sure as hell laughed. Come on when was the last time you saw a man get stabbed with corn on a stick, or two deviled possessed midgets with a hair demeanor? That is priceless. Sure the accent was all wrong most of the time but that was funny. I think the priceless parts of the movie is when the Eagle sounds are made and the cat sound is made when the ekletor jumps down to steal the chips.

anyways its not about the exterior of the movie but getting down to the nitty gritty.
yew know whatta mean?

have a good weekend..

ciao.

Old Man in Toronto

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I’m bored. I wish I could write something but I can’t. I tried writing about me as a treasure hunter but I could muster up the lingo to convince my self that I had an insatiable thirst for Gold and women. Then I though of writing about the time where I thought I might be a bounty hunter but I was discouraged when I remembered that they get paid pretty crappy and there’s no 401k. I tried writing about myself and how much I miss Honduras and how I would like to know its history as well as its culture but I realized that I don’t miss it all. Every time I go I wish I was back here (I had written a descriptive narrative in mother tongue-Spanish). Which brings me to this present entry, its crap? I don’t know even know what I’m really writing about other than that I’m really bored.
I wrote a Haiku about it.

A failed attempt
To imagine life with you
Cuz I’m bored.

I’m not sure if I actually achieved it but from my understanding a Hakiu is a Japanese lyric verse form having three unrhymed lines of five, seven, and five syllables, traditionally invoking an aspect of nature or the seasons. I replaced the nature/season with state of human nature or season.

Ok I don’t particularly like Haiku’s for the limitations of syllables but it does conjure brain activity to manipulate meaning in a condensed manner.

Write me a haiku.

Running out..

I got rained on and I had to venture into work like a wet dog stranded outside of his house. The cold air met me with disdain, the residue of water drops fresh on my shirt and pants. My face was moist and my eyes livid with anger. If I could have punched Mother Nature I would have knocked her out! The puddles of rain accumulated into a mini river running wild down the streets. The small steps of women could be heard among the puddles of water as they clinged to their umbrellas as if walking slower would keep them drier, go figure? The clouds had spoken and the word of the day was rain. For a minute it seemed like they sky had turned into a pool of water and all it could do was drop on us like a heavy blanket of agua. It would have been fun to just step from under that landing and let the showers cover me, to jump into a puddle and splash anyone in sight. However it wasn’t quite that scene, you know one of those Mr. Bean things.



I was wet and I was mad. If I were sugar (which I am) I would have melted and washed away. Its odd to think that I, at one time would have invited such a spontaneous event with laughter, I guess it isn’t as fun to play in the rain when its just a party for one.



Perhaps soon I’ll have partner in crime to tackle the rain and not an umbrella to fend it off.



Today is Monday, I wonder what tomorrow might bring?

Open Letter

Open Letter:

Dear Nick,
Thank you for your recent email and inviting me to listen to your music, a blend of folk rock, folk and country. Whiskey, Whiskey by… is perhaps my favorite song of your collection. I would say that you bring the Mel back into Melancholy. I wish I could write a song that sincere. I thought for a minute that Damien Rice was me in another life but I’m not so sure anymore. My mind is running at higher speeds Nick, I’m sorry If I’m a bit confusing, sometimes not even my girlfriend can understand me. Nick I’m sure you have tons of women in your life, why else would you be a musician, right, am I right or am I right? So Nick, I guess I’m a little bit intrigued how you came across my profile on My Space and some how concluded that I was a folk rock/folk/country follower? No seriously Nick, how would you gather that type of conclusion when I have The Bravery- Honest Mistake, The Super Discount ‘An Techno version playing on my profile page. Hey Nick do me a favor, don’t ever ask to be my friend or ask me to listen to your sappy music. The only Nick I’m interested in hearing from is Lachey and only because I’m wondering if Jessica Simpson is really that hott and that stupid!! Sincerely Les-a non avid folk rock/folk/country lover.

Its all about those words..

Wednesday- June 14, 2006 11:25am E.S.T

I’ve been in haze of confusion for the past week. My stomach has been troubling to say the least; I’ve got to stop eating out so much! The mere joy of sitting down and talking with the thought of food just being brought to you is overwhelming.

The other day we talked about a subject that is very close to my heart. Public display of affection (a.k.a PDA). Apparently that kind of behavior is looked down upon among some our friends. I’m not talking about straight up crazy making out in front of people but you know giving your man/woman a little smoochie smoochie or holding hands; I don’t have a problem with this kind of behavior, why should I? Why should you? If I want to give my lady a good nice kiss I’m going to do that, don’t say “ewe, get a room!” or roll your eyes. Think about it this…though you might not be willing to be soo openly affectionate someone else might be and if you’re not willing to do that then perhaps your lady/man will find someone else who will be more open with there affection. Come on, it’s not like it’s hard to give a few extra kisses, warm hugs, or being genuinely caring to someone you already like, is it?

In lieu of all the recent engagement I would like to announce I won’t be doing anything of the sort until I’m ready. Yes, there is pressure on me to get engaged but what’s new? I would like to congratulate all those couples who where recently married or engaged. I’m happy the right time was now. I still haven’t found the right time.

I couldn’t help but notice that there is large contingent of women bloggers, not just the women bloggers in my IP circle but In general. Blogging has equated into journal/diaries and if you don’t think so, then perhaps you’re in denial. We tend to be closed about our feeling in person but on virtual terms, emotions are running wild.

Well on that note, I’m signing off. I don’t know about you but I’m a total basket case now..

2:18p.

Some times you just have to say FCUK it.

I accidentally hit enter and it posted with no context...don't you just hate that? Anyways Its officially summer in Central Florida. Our first tropical storm is due to hit tomorrow in the A.M..luckily its not coming by here but by the panhandle. So what happen this weekend of interest??? hmmm, well jess and I sneaked into my pool like a couple of teenagers, ironically real teenagers where thinking the same thing and I scared them off with my loud stealth coughing( I failed the navy seals test). Saturday we did the same thing only this time Jess brought her money child..Jacob, he's got fat feet..thats all I can say about this kid. I mean I know kids are cute but he just stares at you with some kind of suspicion..

Odd how kids can be soo cute on day and total monsters the next second, I guess adults are the same way, emotions are a bitch. So how's your monday going? I'd like to know, leave a comment about your typical monday. I promise i won't write back saying, somebody's got a bad case of the monday's!

Oh to those that moved over the weekend, I hope ya'll had a easy move..and to those that just laid around, well I hope you took extra easy..

peace, love, and all that other good stuff.

Keep them in your prayers

I haven't written all week, its been a trying week for me personally. I wish I could write about stuff but its just too personal and it actually hurts to much to think about. The people that I love the most are going through some stupid shit and I can't be there to help because I'm here.

I don't know what to do..

Another 10 things I didn't know about women

So i mentioned that I had read this list of things about women that I guess I was un aware of, apparently every women has been talking about this for years..or not.
Anyways here they are:

• Before you accuse a woman of being bitchy, walk a mile in her shoes. Her pointy-toed, high-heeled, impossibly uncomfortable shoes.
• One more thing about the shoes:Most of them hurt too much to wear too long. So, yes, we really do need that many pairs.( And accordingly, you need to us to have them.)
• Sometimes we love you way more then we love ourselves.
• The smell of sweat is sexy within reason. Nuzzling your neck when you come home from the gym:sexy. Getting trapped in your armpit after you played 18 holes in 90 degree heat:not sexy.
• Intimacy is the greatest foreplay. Its the 24 hr game.
• You can never give us too many sincere compliments. To be honest, you can never give too many exaggerated ones, either.
• Our friends are not your enemies, and our enemies better not be your friends.
• Since we let you inside of us, we care a lot about where you've been.
• It isn't our period that's making us moody: its you.
• Knowing that you love us makes us strong.

Ok that was Kyra Sedgwick or otherwise know as the Closer on TNT! I almost feel like less of a man for knowing those 10 things..almost..

How true is any of that stuff, I mean how much can she really know. She's married to the Bacon, Kevin Bacon who always shows off his junk in movies..