It is Late!
I'm pissed. I was prepared to provide a video tour of my new place, but I cannot find the firewire hook for my camera to my computer. I was already to edit it and what not. Oh, man. This sucks.
Anyway, Meliss, my fiancee is down the shore till tomorrow -- she has been there since Friday -- so, I got to spend the weekend by myself in my new, own, in which I own, house. This is the first time in 24 years that I have been alone in my own house.
I'm going to keep it real -- well,that's how I roll -- for me, it is a bit surreal owning my own place. I am taking out the trash, cleaning up after myself, emptying the dishwasher, watering the flowers, flushing the toilet, without anybody telling me to do so. I even turn out the lights when I leave a room; mostly because I fear the electric bill.
I do not feel old, I do not look old, I do not smell old, but I am growing up. Weird, I know. Onethings for sure I still have a good amount of time before we, Melissa and me, mumble the word K-I-D-S. Keep them away, please. It is crazy though, when my mom was my age she already had a four year-old -- me. NO F'IN WAY. I'm not retarded or anything, but right now at this place and time I could not raise a child, at all. I'm still way too selfish, the smell of poop makes me want to vomit, and I hate waking up in the middle of the night to pee, let alone waking up to burp a baby? Forget that, I would flush the baby down the toilet. Not really...I guess.
If I can't get the video up, I'll post up some pictures.
Until next time...keep your underwear under, and your knee-highs knee.
ps
how do you like the new look? Touch the buttons, they move...things.
Anyway, Meliss, my fiancee is down the shore till tomorrow -- she has been there since Friday -- so, I got to spend the weekend by myself in my new, own, in which I own, house. This is the first time in 24 years that I have been alone in my own house.
I'm going to keep it real -- well,that's how I roll -- for me, it is a bit surreal owning my own place. I am taking out the trash, cleaning up after myself, emptying the dishwasher, watering the flowers, flushing the toilet, without anybody telling me to do so. I even turn out the lights when I leave a room; mostly because I fear the electric bill.
I do not feel old, I do not look old, I do not smell old, but I am growing up. Weird, I know. Onethings for sure I still have a good amount of time before we, Melissa and me, mumble the word K-I-D-S. Keep them away, please. It is crazy though, when my mom was my age she already had a four year-old -- me. NO F'IN WAY. I'm not retarded or anything, but right now at this place and time I could not raise a child, at all. I'm still way too selfish, the smell of poop makes me want to vomit, and I hate waking up in the middle of the night to pee, let alone waking up to burp a baby? Forget that, I would flush the baby down the toilet. Not really...I guess.
If I can't get the video up, I'll post up some pictures.
Until next time...keep your underwear under, and your knee-highs knee.
ps
how do you like the new look? Touch the buttons, they move...things.
1:05 AM
I like the new look a lot. Clean.