my name is...
Back once again from basking in my Sunshine, I felt a little bit confused as to what I should write about (well that and trying to catch up with back paperwork – daggone real job) and I decided to check my back e-mails (and actually responded to some of them too…). My homegirl, Californication started telling me about her thoughts on what I should write about and ended up telling me about this situation. It was too good to for me to not show you all so, here it is:
Californication: OK, I started thinking of this because of what happened to me (well, a couple of things that happened to me). I met this guy that my girls convinced me to talk to. He seemed nice but I was drunk and probably babbling. To say the least, I gave him my # and was embarrassed later about it because I met him drunk. This guy called the whole weekend trying to get me to go out with him. What did you expect? It's me!
Why do people like to be referred to as foolish things or names for no reason? You are a grown man – I will not refer to you as Rerun or Lil' Pistol. Why is your name Red? It has nothing to do with your shade but more so because you're always wearing red. That's stupid. That's like calling a business man Briefcase because he always carries one… I guess there must be nothing stimulating on television nowadays so people get bored and come up with nicknames like A.Pimp.Named.Slickback.
Anyway, I'm tired – I'll talk to you later! Sorry I wrote so much…
I couldn't have said any better myself… hit y'all up on Thursday.
- jorge