This will be the first time I've used blogger in Spanish. I struggled for about 15 minutes on Google to change my idioma to ingles; I found it. However, I'm pretty sure blogger wants Mexican bloggers to use Spanish. Or something. Or they don't want Americans going to Mexico.
I don't know. But I can't find preferences. Yo no hablo espanol bueno enough to find un button de preferences.
My dad and I were driving to the fish market downtown, and at one of the 5 stop lights in Puerto Penasco, a man with crutches and only one and a half legs was collecting money. I wanted to give him a whole dollar, but dad said $0.50. I know I'm going to waste away my inheritance on charity and helping out my less fortunate friends. Some people just know how to handle their money frugally; and sometimes they look like real assholes. But in the end that's why they have fancy cars and shit.
Unless they know how to sing in high tones, have good dance moves, wear only one white glove, and enjoy young boys more than the next guy. If you're this type; you have a lot of money, but you don't know how to conserve it.
I don't know what I'm getting at.
I always feel like I'm writing very clearly and I'm writing a LOT when I write blogs; but the next day I'll go back and read them and think, wow that didn't get to what I was saying at all.
So really, any blogs I write are just trains of thought on paper. Which brings me to my real point.
Train. The band. They released a new album. And it is brilliant. I don't care what kind of music you typically like, country, rock, techno, disco, bullshit; you're going to like this album. So pick it up. It's called Save Me, San Francisco. Which I personally believe is an homage to my life, because I'll be moving to San Francisco next fall. (insert smiling emoticon here)
Am I the only one who thinks emoticons in blogs are wrong? I mean, I know it's not like a publication, or anything serious... But the button does say "Publish Post", I mean, that's pretty official, you know?
Anyway... I envy the only person who reads this blog. Julie, your entries are always so focused and lovely. I promise I'll comment on them soon!
My dad just walked in my room, asked me a question, and left the fucking door open. The reason I keep it closed: the heater is right outside the door. And it is LOUD.
So I think someday I'll write a book of lists. These lists will include: Top 10 hottest guys alive, Top 10 Cutest things on the planet, Top 10 Most Disgusting things ever, Top 10 Things to do when you're bored. The #1's on these lists, respectfully: Colin Farrell, baby playpi, cockroaches, Facebook. I don't know why I feel the need to categorize my life like this; I'm not a very organized person, but I feel like it's appropriate. And perhaps someone in the world will find it entertaining. Or perhaps someone will agree with me, find me, and marry me. And maybe they'll look like Colin Farrell.
Until next time,
Buenos Tardes. Bitches.
Saturday, December 12, 2009
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