Ever wanted to get to know me a little better? Already know me but care to know a little more? Well, I've recently decided to open up to those who give a damn and divulge some of the little things that make me tick and function in everyday life. My likes, my dislikes and even two of my fears will be discussed below and I hope you can come out of this blog feeling all warm and fuzzy (and a little horny) inside. Here goes...
MY AGE
By any means, I'm not a
geriatric walking into the sunset for his final time, but I must admit that I'm no longer the spring chicken I once was. The other night I rolled over in my bed and triggered the most excruciating
cramp in my leg which led me to fall off my bed. Needless to say the deathly, awkward drop did not help.
THE SIZE OF MY BEDMy studio only allows for so much
furniture to begin with so I make it my business to accent my apartment with the bare essentials. As a big guy (
tall, not
fat you bitches) it is imperative that I have enough space to allow for an accident-free household. I have a full-size bed. I would fuck up my delicate shins and do the dance of death until I
collapse if it were otherwise.
CHORE I HATE WITH A PASSIONMy studio is in an eight-family apartment building and the
garbage pails are accessed through a basement walkway that resembles a creepy, drippy,
stalactite cavern. Every time it is time to take out my garbage I wince in fear and disgust with the thought of walking through this cavernous wasteland.
ESSENTIAL START TO MY DAYBecause it first starts with infatuation,
coffee reels you in like a crackhead to his crillz. As you get to know it more and more, you begin to love the drink, the smell, the taste, the way it is made, the way it looks, where to drink it, how it all started and what it would feel like if I dipped my
penis into it. Oh, have I said too much?
MY FAVORITE COLORDon't ask me why I love the color
green. All I understand is that my eyes lock onto this vivid color, sending a message of euphoria to my brain, leading to my intense
gravitation towards the color.
FAVORITE JEWELRY TO WEARLet me make this clear. I'm far from your average
Guido or gangster rapper who finds it necessary to flaunt their
bling in place of their small penis. I on the other hand find that a nice
watch is the perfect compliment to the perfect gentlemen (or hot Latin hunk). Pictured above is the watch I have my eye on. Feel free to purchase this
Ed Hardy masterpiece for me out of the kindness of your heart.
KIDSI truly love children. I really do. I even sometimes
imagine what it would be like to have a child of my own one day. After the
mushroom wears off, I suddenly remember that I'd rather die.
MY LIVING ARRANGEMENTSAs mentioned above, I live in a
studio apartment in Brooklyn New York. As a single man, it is truly unnecessary for me to have a large apartment as I am somewhat of a
minimalist. Plus, it serves as a reminder that I do not want children.
MY MOTHER'S NAMEMy mother's name is
Evelyn. My mother is my
life. I love her with all of my heart and have learned to love her in a wiser capacity. My mom might as well have been a ninja because she
single-handedly raised four children and managed to raise intelligent, compassionate children in the process. I love you momma.
MY NICK-NAMEYes, my nick-name was
Pito when I was a child. My mother used to constantly call me "
papito" which is an endearing Spanish term for "
my cute son." My mother then one day decided to shorten it up to
Pito.
(I could imagine saying the full
papito can get exhausting after a while...)
HAVE I EVER HAD AN OVERNIGHT HOSPITAL STAY?I can only imagine that my
tonsils must have been the size of brass balls for my mom to allow surgery on her son. I do remember the luscious ice cream that the crazy nurses gave me every half hour after they ripped my swollen organs from my throat. I say
crazy because one of these
dumb bitches gave me a drink with a straw knowing damn well that I was unable to suck. Needless to say she received a wickedly venomous tongue-lashing from momma.
PET PEEVEI can't even look at Glen (devil) Beck. I
detest him.
MY FAVORITE QUOTEThere is so much
truth in this quote.
AM I A RIGHTY OR A LEFTY?I'm a righty. It's the
only time where I run with the sheep.
SIBLINGSI have three sisters. Their names are
Maio,
Natalie and
Evelyn. They are all bat-shit crazy. Just kidding.
TIME TO MAKE THE DOUGHNUTSIn case you give two flying fucks, I wake up at
6:30 in the morning everyday during the week. My job is
7 minutes away from where I live. Don't hate, congratulate.
MY FAVORITE UNDERWEARI will always be a loyal and faithful fan of
Calvin Klein's underwear as I have been wearing them for most of my adult life. Something about the simplicity (and intelligent marketing techniques as seen above) keeps me
contained in a snug pair of Calvins.
VEGETABLE I DISLIKE
Iceberg lettuce is useless and I simply do not enjoy eating it. Most of the time, when I am served iceberg lettuce as a side or in a random salad, they serve me nothing but white vegetative chunks of
condensed water with no flavor.
REASON BEHIND RUNNING LATE Actually, I take great pride in my excellent
punctuality. If I were late however, I guess I would chalk it up to my trying to perfect my hair. I've always been a stickler with my mane and I will not leave the house until every
hair is in place.
A YUMMY DISH I'VE GOTTEN COMPLIMENTS ONIf you're looking for that one dish that will have you savoring for seconds and thirds, then allow me to make my specialty:
Rice,
beans and
pork chops. Sure, your arteries will suddenly clog and you'll suffer a thrombosis, but you'll die with a pasted
smile on your face.
MY FAVORITE ANIMAL AT THE ZOOI love
monkeys. They're like
retarded versions of us.
A LIVING PERSON I ADMIREHis bank account is beyond numbers and he is a fucking genius.
Bill Gates puts his money where his mouth is and serves as one of the most giving, appreciative
philanthropists of our time.
MY FASHION INSPIRATIONYes please...
Yes please...
Yes please...
LIVING PERSON I ADMIREAugusten Burroughs is someone whom I respect wholeheartedly. As an aspiring writer, Augusten has helped me refine and sharpen my writing skills with the flair and creativity I never knew I had
marinating in me.
MY GREATEST FEAR Accidentally being
swallowed by a
whale shark. Just thinking about it makes me want to pass the fuck out.
TALENT I WISH I HADThe
piano is probably the most beautiful instrument known to man. The chords and the keys scream
romanticism and
emotion and serves as a
vessel to create music which can touch you in places you never knew existed. I covet those who can flutter across the ivory keys with ease and wild abandon.