i get the feeling he was a huge flirt at uni
i get the feeling he was a bit of a slut at uni.

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i get the feeling he was a huge flirt at uni
i get the feeling he was a bit of a slut at uni.
"Why do we even call them a co-host? I front more than them."
Oh I don't know, Prune Juice Cookie, I think that's called forgetting.
I have a fear of falling. Flying is whatever, but the idea of seeing the ground rushing towards me is a gut punch. It's like that would a lot of things in my life. This impending sense of doom that just lingers over so many things.
I have doubts and fears and I try not to let them get the better of me, but sometimes that's just too damn difficult. Only thing to do is to keep moving forward though.
This Is What I Am
I've always been stuck being that guy who people get really close to when they are at the lowest point in there lives. When people are in their partying, their depressive, their sexual deviant, their smoking, their drinking, their family problems, their relationships, their friends phases of various trouble. When any of these are at their lowest I somehow become one of the closest people to them. Well that's what friends are for. But they leave soon after getting their life on track and the make new shiny happy friends. They leave slowly and painfully, the conversations are shorter, quieter. It's like watching something die, and I fucking hate all of you for it. Do you know how easy it would be to just give up on any of you for a change? Let you fall to wherever you're going on you're own? Do you know what it's like to be this God damned unappreciated for year after year after year? To be the second choice to talk to all of the time because life didn't fucking hold your hand while you were crossing the street that day? You know who's been there when I need someone? Strangers. Strangers don't judge me and if they do I don't know them well enough for it to do anything to me. My friends judge me. Even if they don't say it. I fucking hate all of you for how you leave me, and then wonder why I don't trust any of you. You take it personally? Well what the fuck have you ever done for me? Did you spend money you didn't have to cheer me up? Did you stay up on nights when you couldn't afford to lose sleep to make sure that I was going to be there come morning? I don't have to be anyone's human ladder on their way out of depression. I'm no saint, I'm not a humanitarian, I don't see all of they beauty in making people happy, I do it because out of the varied palette of humanity, I found you and I realized I cared about you, but you were really not doing your best, so I wanted to be there for you. But then you didn't need that guy anymore so you make your slow walk to the door, making sure to track mud on my carpet, leaving lights on, and breaking furniture. I don't have to be there for any of you. I do it because I care. Do not even think for a fraction of a second that I am evenly mildly okay with an iota of an idea to take me and my presence in your lives for granted.
You know for someone that hardly shows emotion
I can't help but feel so much sadness when I hear about all the terrible things going on in the world. It's weird. I don't understand why it affects me so much. I was talking to my parents about what was going on in Mexico and how many people are dying and how much people are having a time finding jobs so they become involved in terrible things. My parents continued to tell me stories of people they know and I just started crying.
It makes me sad but at the same time so angry.
Angry at the people who say things about my people. You know I was born in the US but I am Mexican and it isn't country that is solely made of the things the news choose to publicize.
It is a beautiful country.
The funding for drugs does not come from Mexico. It comes from the White man. Money from the US goes to Mexico in funding the production of drugs and the US we are the largest consumers of it.
It's just we are being fed bits and pieces of information and not the whole truth. There are things going on that we don't even know about and the fact that our own government goes out of their way to hide the truth is terrifying. I understand the world is not perfect and that things will go wrong and bad things WILL happen but it would be just great if for once our government would be made up of people that are just.
Which is the better fantasy quarterback?
I know it has nothing to do with what this blog is about but if any of you had to choose a quarterback to play on a fantasy team that's in the divisional round of the playoffs, who would it be? My friend challenged me to do this fantasy football playoff crap, so I said why not.
Choices are Rodgers, Brady, Roethlisberger, Cutler, Ryan, Flacco, Sanchez, and Hasselback.
Oh and I know it's asking for a lot, but give me other reasons besides because one of them is your favorite. For example, I love Brady and Rodgers, but with the teams they're playing...I think some other quarterback will do ten times better and get me more points and better chances at winning. Plus, my other quarterback is out so I need a little help.
Wow, went on a tangent...decision time! :)