I'm watching Sponge Bob....Yes. The new American rage.....Sponge Bob nudie pants. Yes, its a funny show. ITs hillarious. Its funny how many adults love this show. Like my brother for instance. A macho, Army, family man with three kids. His oldest son , age three, or so, tells his daddy "Daddy why do you watch that stupid show, lets watch dicovery channel or something". Yes, a very smart nugget if there ever was one. Yes, Sponge Bob square pants, a very funny, yet not even close to intelligent cartoon. Its only 2030 here in the land of the moring calm. I am on the night shift and need to stay up till the eary hours of morning, unfourtanately, I am tired now and want to crawl under my little mink mink and take a nap.
Coffffffffffffeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.......perhaps some of that will make me feel better. I made pan de tres leches cake today. If you don't know what that is, its this kick asz cake that is made with three kinds of milk and stuff and stuff. Its awsome. Its hard to make too, from what I understand its hard to make at least. I did it, so I guess it can't be too hard for the average Jane.

Stress,
Its the most common reason for headaches, ulcers, and just flat out having a bad day. Of course, the coffee doesn't help with the ulcers bit much. Theres plenty of reasons for stress and most people function better under stress, but its just one of those things where .... I don't know.
Do I stay or do I go...bobo di bobo....
ITs just one of those things I guess.
So vices. We all have them, even if we don't think we do. Having to need something or want something so badly when you can't have it is a pain in the azz. Like some of us have the classic vices, alcohol, ciggarets, drugs, or coffee . We tend to justify vices by saying "it helps me...", when in reality, it probaly doesn't really. Like with coffee, my justification is it helps me be nicer and not fly off the handle when someone scuffs my boots or I forget to do something. It helps me be more personable. Or does it?
I don't really know, all I know is that Iv'e tried seriously like five times to quit drinking coffee and I always end up going back to it. Well all need our vices, its what makes us all different from the average Jane or Joe that walks the same streets and talks the same talk. Some of us have healthier vices than others, I don't care that my vice isn't healthy, I just sometimes wish I didn't have it. Then sometimes I'm glad that on a rainy day or a cold day, I can walk around with a cup o' coffee in my hand.
I think one of the fondest memories I have is when I was walking on the beach barefoot, on a foggy morining. It was too early for the sun to be up, but late enough for there to be light. I was walking in theis electric blue sweater on a foggy morning with a cup of cofffee in my hand, enjoying the breeze and the calmness of the morning sea. It is one of the many things that I love about the beach, and miss so much too. The tranquility that goes with that cup of joe and the morning air, in my mind, can never be surpassed by anything else in this world.
With that note, I leave you be.

This shiznit is going to kill me. The stress that stems from relationships is the worse kind of stress ever imaginable to man kind. There is not cure for it, except to be alone, and not too many of us chose to do that. Sometimes when we end up aloneits by default, not by choice.

Alright so there is this addiction I have. Perhaps I shouldn't call it that, but I will anyway. At first it started when I was like 12. It was a casual thing, you know, I didn't need it, I just had it casually when other people would have it and so on and so forth. I guess thats how it always starts isn't it?
Anyhow this casual thing got worse when I was in High school, you see I used to take night classes and regular classses and work so I needed to stay up. It progressed to craving it, and then from craving it to needing it. Not only did I need it I needed more of it and a stronger version of it. Its gotten pretty bad over the past eight years since I started. I mean I've gone from the liquid form to the solid form and sometimes its just not enough and I need more and more and more. Sometimes I have so much of it in my sytem I start to shake. Of course if I don't have it, I become like the biggest beoch in the world. Now I think there isn't enough coffee beans in the world to keep my addition at bay at the rate its going. I've tried cutting back but a cafe latte with an extra shot of espresso and a half a shot of caramel is all it takes to bring me back......

So does it really take nothing more than a smile to win some of you guys over? Or is it just that some people give off a thing, I don't know what to call it, perhaps something along the lines of "Yes, I smile at you because I want you. Not because I am nice, heaven foRbid that someone be nice for no reason." You men make about as much sense as a woman dressed all in white eating a ketchup popsicle on a hot day.
Remember:
Malo in consilio feminae vincunt viros

SO there is nothing to do here on a Saturday night that doesn't involve getting plastered off you azz and becoming so incoherant that you forget who you are and what room you live in. Nothing thats worth doing anyway. So what do I do, I sit here and hear from a crazy friend of mine about this site, so I figure what the hell, It might be fun. SO far....I haven't decided. It seems like something to do everyday after earning about twenty five cents an hour at work. You know, after taxes and such. SO I have this rabbit, hes the most adorable thing in the world, and I don't want to leave him here when I leave but I think I might have to. You know customs is kinda funny that way. Not allowing animals from around the world in the states. Silly customs. I see the reasoning behind it all, but I'm still going to miss my bunny. So the Spootyness of it all here is annoying, but it was fun, I'll miss it when I leave in six months. I'll miss the people more I guess. There is nothing more depressing here than watching all those people who youv'e become so close to in the past few, leave. . . perhaps to never see them again. They pass through my life for a reason, and for that I can be greatful.