Here's to you, my dear...

If I say I didn’t love you

I’d be lying to myself

I wanted to hold you forever

I’d follow you to the gates of hell

But I was never the one you needed

And the only one who couldn’t tell

Your style makes you look good

But it’s your head that needs to get well

You’re so good to look at

A guy just gets stuck

A volt of bad energy

And a mindless good fuck

So here’s a word for you my dear

For those cold but I guess not lonely nights in the city

Money will make you happy now

But it won’t make you any less shitty

How classy am I?

Pretty classy, because there's a few things I would like to say about somethings that are bothering me right now, but things happen as they will happen.

Another reason I'm classy is because I drink orange juice, from a glass.

You might think, okay big deal. BUT, I do it, I drink the orange juice from a classy glass, in the SUN. You might say I bask in the sunlight, proven to cure depression, produce Vitamin D for your body, keep you from getting sick, all that jazz.

But I take it a step further my friends. You see, I hadn't brushed my teeth yet that morning. Because everybody knows, when you brush your teeth BEFORE you drink orange juice, you're wasting the juice. Plus it tastes worse than fermented baby diaper (or so I've heard).

In addition, I wear my snazzy headband that I borrowed from a friend of a mind. A friend that's a girl, because normal guys don't wear headbands, and I'm not normal.

Finally, the piece de resistance! I drink my orange juice in a glass, in the sun, with teeth funk, wearing a head band, at the bus stop in front of my sister's apartment.

That is class, my friends. Good day to you all.

Why?

What a great question this is... it's great because it is a question of justification, and its greatness is paralleled only by the futility of wanting an answer to it.

Why... There's always a "because" whether or not you want to believe it. It's the karmac regulator. It's the indication that there is a balance in the universe. There will be an opposite and equal reaction as dictated by the laws of science. What science fails to explain is how that reaction will arise, whether or not it will be in our lifetimes, or even directly applicable to our lives. Hell, the balance might occur three generations later with your great great grandchildren. They'll be wondering what they did to deserve whatever is happening to them. It was you, and they'll never know.

Why tries to keep us honest. It's us that lies, to ourselves and the people in our lives. And also, some people are honorless but get by in a society that values Mercedes Benzes over personal integrity.

One day, I will buy a Mercedes SL55 AMG. I will take that marvel of engineering and I will drive it into a wall. Because in the end, that's how much that matters.

Do I think I'm white, American, or both?

Yesterday I was on Santa Monica Blvd around 4-5pm, which was a tragedy for me, because anyone that lives in LA knows that SMB eastbound sucks, ALL day.

I realized how crappy it was while I was headed west, so to turn around, I made a left onto a side street to head over to Pico or Olympic. Rather, I TRIED to make a left. I was at a light, and there was this BMW in front of me. Since there's no left turn light, the turn is at the driver's discretion. The idiot just sat there while the oncoming traffic had stopped at a yellow. I could've made that turn. I swear.

Anyway, I was dumbfounded, so I waved a hand at the car in front of me. Just a dismissive gesture, no bird, nothing meant to be insulting. Well, a little insulting. So we finally make the left, the guy makes a 3-point and heads back towards SMB. As I drive past him, he flips ME the bird. MOTHERFLOODBUSTER. I was enraged as I've never been enraged in my life. For serious. I couldn't let it go. I turned around as well and drove after the SOB.

I caught up to him on SMB and pulled up next to him. It was this Asian guy with an Asian girl in the passenger seat. Him and his stupid spiky hair and his stupid Asian girlfriend. I opened my window and let loose a creative burst of expletives. Of course, he's such a shithead he can't even open his window. Why flip me off if you can't follow through? BECAUSE HE CAN'T SPEAK A GODDAMN LICK OF ENGLISH. That made me even more angry. I finished yelling and drove off. I was ready to get out of the car and beat his ass.

Don't ask me why I got so angry, or why I was such a dick yesterday. I have no answer. I think it was a combination of the events that occurred.

It really makes me wonder though. I don't find myself to be a hateful person, but there was just an overwhelming level of anger and bitterness towards the retarded BMW driver. Was it the car, the guy, his stupid girlfriend, or just the cowardice that I find common in people, especially when they're in their cars and they think they can do whatever they want and not be accountable?

Late Friday Night...

My adventures in LA continue. So, I work at Chili's in Westwood, while currently staying with my sister over in Arcadia. It's surreal being back in my hometown. Nice, but surreal.

Anyway, the drive out to Westwood from Arcadia is a half an hour, with no traffic. Thank God that so far, the money's been worth the temporary commute. I can't wait till I move into my own place.

I got done with work around midnight-thirty, Friday night/ Saturday morning. There wasn't much open in the ways of dining, but I found a fast food joint drive through open.

I roll up to the ordering window, dead tired from the night's work.

"Hello, can I help you?" (said very Mexicany)
"Yeah, I want to get a Whopper Junior with no onions." (me)
"..." (no response)
"Hello? Are you there?" (me)
"Sir, that would be Burger King." (Mexican)
"Eh?" (me)

I wanted my Whopper! I was having a Whopper freakout!
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Just to clarify, I was at Carl's Jr.

How Korean Dads write emails. Maybe just my dad.

Hey! all my children

Please do make date and time
I'll make set my schedules

I love all

HAHAHA.