i swear, i say.

screaming baby airlines.

to hotel stairs, to the emergency exit door.

it never calls me when i'm down. love never wanted me.

but i took it anyway.

guy touching my knee with his airlines.

more on thailand later....

Off I go to Thailand!

If I don't die in a bombing or in a plane crash, I'll be back on the 28th!

If I do, remind me to join the mile high club first!

One day me and an ex were laying up on a grassy hill on a sunny day looking into the sky, she told me that she finds me too comfortable to be around, to stay around, she said she wanted to go places and do things. We broke up that same day. Little did she know or stop to realize, I too wanted to do things and go places, but at my own pace. I don't slow down for anyone, I don't speed up for anyone. If you were driving too slow on a freeway, I'd pass you, if you were driving too fast behind me and flashing your lights, I wouldn't budge. I need the girl that can drive at my speed. Maybe that has something to do with no ring on my finger. All I've had are speeders and a head on collision. Girls really need to learn how to drive... jk!

I've hidden a note,
it's pressed between pages that you've marked to find your way back.
It says, "Does he ever get the girl?"
But what if the pages stay pressed,
the chapters unfinished,
the storied too dull to unfold?
Does he ever get the girl?

its rare for me to comment on someones blog. because i feel like i'm intruding on their thoughts.

but i like how your thoughts flow. my web page is just a theme. and all our thoughts and memories to the outside world are just visual entertainment.

New Years:

Every year seems to get worse and worse, so an occassion like this where the day and the celebration truly rocks, I gotta hand it to my friends, my friends right now. not my so called friends from years past.

I had absolutely nothing planned. I just wanted to stay and home and drink my 17 dollar champagne.

Then I get a message that one of friends had actually rented out a freakin club VIP room and hotel! I was george dubya on air force one when I stepped up the red velvet stairs up to the VIP room overlooking 5 go-go dancers and the dance floor. The club was in Santa Ana, and as my friend says "you could be the ugliest muther fucker on earth but get a fine ass girl in Santa Ana because of your car".

many shots of complementary petrone already there and many shots of jack from a private bar upstairs later, the countdown began.

10 seconds into 2007 i remembered to blow her a kiss, she's on the other side of the world, but i had promised to send her a hug and kiss through the air.

a most memorable night.

so when my friends tell me that there are other parties goin on that i'm not invited to, thats totally cool, because i had the best fuckin party ever and they missed it, just because they are too proud to give me a call and ask what i'm doing.

of course, i guess one could say that i was too proud to give them a call, but hey.... you gotta ask yourself..... who's party sounds like it was better???