1. I hate children. I feel blessed that I will never have children or grandchildren nor nephew or nieces because my only sibling hates kids as well.
2. I’m addicted to coffee, even though I’m not supposed to be addicted to anything.
3. I may seem happy, but in fact, I am a truly bitter person. I get annoyed at happy people.
4. Jesus is my homeboy.
5. Judge all you want of me.
I’m in careful-what-you-wish-for-land, getting the foot in the door of my future teaching career that I’d just about given up on. (Translation: I’m teaching two sections of English Composition, a mandatory course for all freshmen, up at St. Mary’s College in Moraga.) Continue reading →
“The Bor Bor,” Som Forlo answered, “live at the bottom of the lake and if something chances to enter the water, they try to drag it down.”
Many people tell me that each day is a new day, a new beginning, a chance to start fresh. They tell me not to worry about the past, “I mean, like, how can you worry about the past. It all has passed right?” No, I disagree with that optimistic race. I believe that the past is always with you no matter what. It forms who you are and who you will become. Besides, it now sounds so cliché to say stuff like, “each day is a new day.” Trust me, if you’re trying to convince people that everything is alright and that you always have time to start again, then save your energy. They don’t want to listen to you, and they are probably contemplating in their heads how to throw some tomatoes in your face.
I need you to meet the most dangerous person on earth. This sick fuck threatens your life, gets in your head and invades your privacy in ways that even your mother or the Bush Administration would never consider.
