let me be your favorite nightmare...

another issue of random goodness ...or badness ..whatever.

wedding proposals always trip me out. i just think that they are always too sweet for cavities. regardless of whether or not it's on the idiot box, or in person. It's a commitment. period. sweeter than that though are movie kisses.

For some odd reason, movie kisses are always drawn out and look so great. How come most kisses don't look like that in real life. They are just usually a prelude to a slobberfest, or slobberfuck depending on how much alchohol someone has in them. And since the induced lust-affair was laced with lowered inhibitions, you might as well throw the coordination out the window too. If ya'll don't believe me, go downtown halloween night.. it'll be even sloppier. That's when people who usually put on a facade now have an excuse to do so.

Speaking of faux fronts, i have a love/hate affair with the media... just doing this research paper on media bias isn't helping at all. Truth gets lost in the spin cycle, the and the public are left hung out to dry.

i was just frontin...

one can usually tell when someone has guests over or are expecting guests. The house goes from commonly clean, to unfathomably immaculate. Sometimes you can tell where the guests are from based on what they brought back in their balikbayan boxes... chocolate macadamia nuts, caramacs, and kona coffee (mmm...kona), more than likely they came from the 808 state... bags and bags of polvoron, dried mangoes, and tamarinds, more than likely they came from the Philippines. Now in my house, there are additional indicators. If you see the maternal unit come home with Wal-Mart bags full of new bathroom supplies, from rugs to towels, from soap to soap dispensers... you can tell a guest was coming. The more she bought, the higher the "status" of the guest. This included bedsheets, pillows and pillow cases, shower curtains, and in extreme cases, new furniture. My mom... uber-host. I asked moms one time why was she "frontin", and wasn't it enough to just clean the house. "'Cause if we ever go to their house, wouldn't you want the same?"... not really. I want it to just be real... dysfunction and the whole bag of chips. It'd feel more comfortable. It'd feel like home.

On another note... HAPPY 23rd TWINS. Time to kiss the navy exchange and all that comes with it, goodbye! When we went out for the birthday buffet earlier, i overheard someone order a diet coke... and i just thought, "isn't it pointless to order diet at a buffet..."

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i must admit on some occasions, i went out like a punk, and a chump, or a sucka or something to that effect, respect.

for someone who sure seems to do a lot of running, i'm an awfully big man... nyuk... right... sorry, defense mode is apparantly on level orange... elevated, even... nyuk... not your bad at all, miss... about tonight...

damn, yo!!!...
even the cryptic level is on ultra...