Sunday, June 28, 2009

Is she mad or something??

Day 3,536. Today my girlfriend and I went to... Okay awful bad start. Cut, start over aaaaaand GO:
That freakin' woman is NUTS!!!
Why oh why you ask? Yeah so the story goes like this. Some days back, my girlfriend walks on to me and goes like.
G: "You know what I like? Long drives..."
I: "Yeah baby. It's bitchin' when we rollin'"
G: "You know why?"
I: "Prob'ly 'cause I'm bad ass driver."
G: "Yeah. But more because I can talk a lot and you always listen."
I: "Uhhhh..."
What a bitch! She's been using me all this time. She knows how I concentrate on the road when I drive. So she takes advantage of the lesser me. How convenient... Of course, I cannot tell her to shut up every five minutes. My mind is elsewhere.
You see, I love driving and I always have to make the maximum out of my trips. I cannot resist a deserted roundabout. I have to absolutely, lovingly, beautifully screech my back tires. Mind you though, I'm no public enemy. I'm very careful when there's a lot of traffic. Hell, I've got to be the only fool to actually use his signals when overtaking bikes.
But hey, I've got to hit that woman back. So the next time, I'll be hitting the roads with massive arms of destruction.
I'll be bringing... Wait for it... A little more... Her favorite CD.
Haha! Take that now, evil woman. I'll see you talking over your favorite music. Hahaha. I feel like the Doom guy after killing those stupid gay Imps. Haha.
P.S. I just hope she does not start singing the next time. That would be totally unexpected and I wouldn't have any backup plan for that...
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Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Why don't I apply the brakes

Lately, life is going fast. I have very little time for myself during weekdays cause I work a lot. Just to clear doubts I'm not an idiot who cannot code, I'm an idiot who loves coding. It makes a massive difference.

So it goes like this. I love my job and I'm leaving the office at 7 - 8 p.m everyday. You don't say, during weekdays time is precious! And I don't complain never. Actually, I find this fun. You see I'm still very young, I have my own car and a job that I love. Life has never been cooler. I love having something to do. I hate it when I have nothing to do. Weird, I know.

I used to be kind of a mess when it comes to discipline and stuff, but now I wake up and get to the office on time every freaking day. I could never plan anything before, but now hell I can. I can plan all the CSS shit I got to do on my (small-time) blog or on my girlfriend's (big-time) blog.

Oh shit, now I don't know what I was talking about. My girlfriend is being a bitch about a social networking site that sucks balls, licking them all over and then putting some caramel on them and sucking back again. Some people are so obsessed with social networking. I have not been on Facebook for weeks. I hate you social networking bastards.
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Tuesday, June 16, 2009

How I forgot our third year anniversary

I am an absolute genius. I came up with the next big thing. Firstly,
let me tell you that I am an absolute idiot when it comes to remember
dates. I am a man, its scientifically proven (by myself in my blood
covered garage) that men cannot remember anything.
So it happened that I did not remember our three year anniversary. But,
on this day of June 16 2009 (which will now be known as the day I
changed the history of mankind), I managed to get out without any
warning. Yes I am made of genius. The trick I employed is a dead
simple one.

Some weeks back, my girlfriend informed me that we are together for
nearly three. And I replied something like this:
"Yeah you know with my work and stuff, I can't remember dates. I have
to save the world every now and then. So it's gonna be great if you
could just remind me of our anniversary."

And kabooom, yesterday that evil woman called me notify me that I have
to bring her I don't know what stupid bunch of gifts. I didn't buy
shit, but I called her and told her that I love her.
And if that's not enough, here is a song that I relate to when thinking of you.

Some Kind Of Wonderful by Grand Funk Railroad

I dont need a whole lots of money,
I dont need a big fine car.
I got everything that a man could want,
I got more than I could ask for.
I dont have to run around,
I dont have to stay out all night.
cause I got me a sweet ... a sweet, lovin woman,
And she knows just how to treat me right.

Well my baby, shes alright,
Well my baby, shes clean out-of-sight.
Dont you know that shes ... shes some kind of wonderful.
Shes some kind of wonderful ... yes she is, shes,
Shes some kind of wonderful, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahhh ...

When I hold her in my arms,
You know she sets my soul on fire.
Oooh, when my baby kisses me,
My heart becomes filled with desire.
When she wraps her lovin arms around me,
About drives me out of my mind.
Yeah, when my baby kisses me,
Chills run up and down my spine.

My baby, shes alright,
My baby, shes clean out-of-sight.
Dont you know that she is ... shes some kind of wonderful.
Shes some kind of wonderful ... yes she is,
Shes some kind of wonderful, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahhh ...

Now is there anybody, got a sweet little woman like mine?
There got to be somebody, got a, got a sweet little woman like mine? yeah!
Can I get a witness?
Can I get a witness?
Can I get a witness? yeah ...
Can I get a witness? ohhh ...
Can I get a witness? yeah ...
Can I get a witness? yes.

Im talkin, talkin bout my baby. yeah.
Shes some kind of wonderful.
Talkin bout my baby.
Shes some kind of wonderful.
Talkin bout my baby.
Shes some kind of wonderful.
Im talkin bout my baby, my baby, my baby.
Shes some kind of wonderful.
Im talkin about my baby, my baby, my baby.
Shes some kind of wonderful.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ... my baby, my baby.
Shes some kind of wonderful.
Talkin bout my baby, my baby, my baby.
Shes some kind of wonderful.
Im talkin bout my baby, my baby, my baby.
Shes some kind of wonderful.
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Monday, June 15, 2009

Why I made this blog?

Big question, simple answer. My girlfriend wanted me to. My girlfriend has such a huge power on me. I don't know how she does it. I always end up doing things she want me to. Its weird I know. I'm the man, I should be in control. But, fuck, is she stubborn.

Okay so this blog is me, here, admitting that I accept defeat. You win. You have maximum control over me. Mind you, this is not a personal blog where I go ranting about my daily life. This is a therapy. Yes. I like that word. It's a therapy, because I work a lot these days and I need to focus on something else.

I wanted to start running. Not your fat, sweaty neighbor style and not dumb Forrest Gump style. But in a cooler way. With a cap, black shorts and a beach as background. I even bought the cap. I just need to find time now, but my girlfriend always tricks me into bringing her on a date. I mean a date is cool, but running is healthy. Plus on a regular date, I eat a big ass burger and I lick the ketchup all over the plate. Yeah I'm a pig at times.

You might be wondering what's up with that running obsession? I love running. It frees the mind. It helps you focus on... Well nothing at all. Ain't that what we are all after? To feel apart from the world, for one split second...

Come to think about it, that's why I love that woman. I love her because she has a will. And she can change my mind when I'm being super dumb.
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