I don’t understand people buying domain names they don’t use. Sure, they try to resell them for thousands in hopes of duping a fool into a buying their name. Ok, I get it. But if I could buy a domain for $8, I’ll just get creative and try to find another domain. You’ve just created an inconvenience for me.
But I guess I’m the fool if I want to be creative and I pick something that some other idiot thought I’d buy. Because of you, I realize that I’m not creative enough. Thanks teachers.
Ooh, my mom is making ribs today. Mmm, I love beef ribs. I don’t eat pork (at least I try not to, but you never know where you eventually eat it). But I love beef. Beef is my meat of choice. If someone were to ask me what I wanted as a meat dish, I’d hands-down say “Beef Please.” Although chicken is an all time favorite. I love chicken too; I’ve heard it’s healthier, but I love beef. My favorite finger food, hot wings. The hotter, the better. Mm, I’d take a whole a bag of chicken wings and eat ‘em all. Damn, I’m crazy, I love chicken wings. Beef is for the quality of the sitting, hot wings are for the enjoyment. Still though, my mom’s making beef ribs.
I remember once I saw a special for ribs at Applebees. I just had to have them. We had gone out with my roommates at school and just wanted some late night food to get away from finals. I saw the ribs and just had to have them. They were exactly what I wanted.
I hadn’t been home for about 8 months and really missed my mom’s home cookin’. Every night she would spend a couple hours making all sorts of great dishes. She grew up in Guatemala cooking with my grandmother and her aunts all sorts of yummy guatemalan foods. So every night was like going out to some authentic guatemalan restaurant.
So I was really craving these ribs. College was all about Top Ramen, Eggs and Tortillas, and the university’s food, which tasted like jail food on a nicer plater. Please pass the salt and pepper Bubba.
But I was really excited, and I wanted to eat yummy ribs, with thck barbecue sauce dripping from the bone and the meat falling off the bone as if they were never attached. Yeah, we sat there, talking, waiting, and finally the server came out with our plates. I was waiting for this moment. The server guy placed my roommates plates down first and I was last. I saw this big plate being placed in front of me. I looked at my awaited plate and I noticed the ribs looked smaller than what I was used to. I really thought nothing of it, I was waiting for these things and I was hungry. I dive into what I thought was the biggest one which was no larger than king size snickers bar. It was dripping in barbecue so it made up for it. My friend looked at my plate and said,”Hmm, you must be disappointed, you’re probably not going to eat ‘em are you.” I didnt’ know what he was talking about. Sure they weren’t the cutest ribs, but they tasted good; I was enjoying them. As I dove into the second little rib, I asked him why he was so sure I didn’t like ’em. He looked at me with a sincere look and told me, “you know they’re baby back ribs, right.” I said,” Does that mean it’s a baby cow’s ribs?”
When you grow up not eating pork, you don’t realize that there are thousands of pork plates that actually do exist and that people around the globe eat it on a regular basis. Actually I realized that it really is considered “the other white meat.” I thought that was just a marketing slogan.
He said, “Baby back is pork, dude.” I stopped in the middle of my bite. My meal was ruined and the meat instantly tasted “weird.” They laughed and laughed and I was left with a plate of weird ribs dripping in barbecue sauce in front of me. As soon as I saw the waiter I asked him for some ice cream with cow milk.
I’m usually a pretty happy person. I keep life simple; I do the Richard Pryor approach to life. “Have a coke and a smile and shut the fuck up.” But for some reason today doesn’t seem like that. It’s Saturday (Saturday is my chillaxing day), the sun is out, no strong wind today, yet I feel a bit bummed. Maybe it’s cause I don’t feel the love bug today.
Sometimes it’s ok to be goofy and playful and enjoy the different parts of life. Sometimes I have (and need) seriousness in my life to keep the right perspectives of me and to prioritize myself, but I guess sometimes it’s normal to feel a bit under the weather. I don’t like feeling like this, but I guess there’s a time for everything. But I do want to snap out of it soon.
If I were to pinpoint as to why I feel like this, I would have to say work-related stress, the lady in my life, and my own life.
WORK
I love my work. I’m a graphic designer and a web creative director. It’s fun, challenging and I set my own hours. But there is a lot to do, and there always will, so I try to pace myself. My lady says my pace is too slow (I guess I’m slower than what she’s used to) but it works for me. I try to keep her happy as best as I can, but sometimes I feel like I should just give up trying to do that. We’re great together, no doubt, but it seems like she doesn’t like the things I do for her. I guess one of my problems is that I try to show her how I do things, and I’ve noticed she doesn’t really like how I do things, or she has an idea of how things should go and doesn’t see me fitting the part. I try to let ‘em slide, but it still bugs me. So I try to stay out of her way when she does something she needs to do. I try helping her with homework, she gets frustrated with me, I try to cook, she never eats the food I make, I try to suggest things to her, and she only gets frustrated and wants to be left alone. What do you do. And sometimes I just want her to hold me, but that doesn’t last. Yeah, I know, she has her life and for the most part, it’s pretty busy, but sometimes just holding me for at least 15 minutes is all I need with no interruptions. See the interruptions part is the messed up part. There are always interruptions. We can never just be together without something coming up.
Damn, since when did I become a whinny lil bitch? I should stop, cause she is really good to me. Really, for Valentine’s she went all out and took me to Portland. She rented a really fancy hotel and planned an extravagant night together. That was really awesome. I had a lot of fun that night with her. When it comes to romance, she is very romantic. And I just want to try to be romantic back, but lately either I’ve been losing it, or she doesn’t want what I give her. But in a way she does. But she doesn’t. See, she loves me a lot, it is very clear she loves me, but I can’t seem to keep her attention for long anymore. I don’t know, I liked it better when I didn’t worry about it, or I just went with the flow. Have a coke and and a smile I just shut the fuck up. Maybe I just need more of that. Where’s my coke?
Something I learned last night is that three’s company. It’s diffult to do have fun when the two other people with you have completely separate ideas of fun. One’s outgoing, extroverted, exciting, and the other is introverted, kick back, relaxed, quiet. I’m in between. I can be both depending on the scene and the person(s) I’m with.
So what do I do? I tried kickin’ it with both, but it just doesn’t happen. Either one is neglected or the other (duh). But I guess sometimes you have to leave the extroverted one to do their own thing. They can actually find fun on their own. That’s good; the other…mm, not so much. And I hate to just leave them there.
So the moral of the story for me is: if you’re going out, make a big group (4 or more) or a couple thing, but not three. Three doesn’t work out so well. At least I say so cause I didn’t have a lot of fun.
This will probably be the hardest month for Project Multimedia. We have property taxes due, we have machine costs due, which are paid for every three months, we have property fixing costs due, not to mention, we’re a bit behind on some past payments. So the real question here is, how will we get through it? My only response is, suck in your gut and duke it out. Look for clients and pay some damn bills, son!
