So this week I've been lucky to be off from work. I accomplished a few things: painted the living room, downloaded some songs, etc but I still feel like my time could've been better spent. The abode is still far from being ready for us, not to mention ready for a rambunctious newborn. Argh. I really need to manage my time better and work smarter instead of harder.

Speaking of not working smart, a contractor was over here today to install a new dishwasher, faucet, and to fix the closet In 5-6 hours he only managed to install the dishwasher and get it working. And although it works and appears to run properly the damn thing still isn't mounted properly. In all that time that's all he could manage to do... Shit. I could've installed it myself in 3 hours if I tried. Hopefully he can finish up tomorrow in less than 8 hrs...

Tonight, my boy P is in town with his new gf and we're all supposed to go out for dinner and cocktails. Usually when he's in town we tend to go out of control... drinking and strip clubs, etc... but after he called me from the hotel I can already tell this year's gonna be different. It sounds like he's toned it down big time. I don't give a fuck... I'm going to be my usual self.

Bring on 2005

2004 has been a hectic year.

From the layoff scare that rang in 2004, to the two correspondence classes that brought me to the edge, to the discovery of a rare eye disease, then to the news of my impending fatherhood, and finally to the purchase and remodel of my first home. All this while busting my ass at work at all hours of the day and maintaining a social life of a ballin playboy.

The year wore me out considerably. 2004 will forever be remembered as the year I came of age. Actually, I think I just aged considerably... That's the truth.

An Important Lesson on Infidelity

Never stick your IPod earphones into another device no matter how sexy and irresistable the other device appears. It's just not worth it. The next time you plug it back into the IPod's receptacle she will know you've been unfaithful and raise absolute hell.

"Chivalry is dead. Women killed it." - Dave Chapelle

Break in the Action

Finally I get to sleep in and catch up on some much needed being-a-bum type activities...

This year marks the first year I'll be away from my parents during Christmas ever. It's a little saddening and I know my mom is probably bothered by the end of this long tradition. I'm sure though, that she understands that it just isn't healthy for K to fly while she's past 7-8 months. And, I really owe it to my wife to finally spend a Christmas with her. Hopefully us coming down for Thanksgiving made up for it. Plus, we'll see them again during delivery time in Feb. Man, life's about to get real hectic...

A couple nights ago I treated myself to an oh so delicious vice. And no, I'm not talking about that new bartender at Fizzies (damn she's fine).. I'm still working on that ;-). I'm talking about kicks. Hella limited edition get-yo-ass-shot-over-them type kicks: The Air Jordan XIII black and red. I haven't bought kicks since those II's back in March and due to the home purchase and other priorities I even passed on such exclusives as the VII Olys and the CG IV's. So it was only natural for me stay up til midnight PST wait for them to pop up on niketown.com... they are smokin. Can't wait for them to arrive.

Short Days

I've been waking up at 7am for the past two days to attend Veritas Volume Manager training. Now why the hell would a security engineer torture himself with the the most boring topic in all of IT? I have no clue. Ask my boss.

At least training is down in the Embarcadero, which serves as a much better locale than bum infested south of market. I swear the area is filled with hot young professional bitches. Too bad my game does not exist before 3pm...

I did have a strange encounter at a neighborhood restaurant tonight. Stylish pretty 23ish thang could not take her eyes off me. It was as if she was undressing me with her eyes while subtly offering me pussy as she walked by. It lasted for a good 4-5 seconds and concluded with a sexy yet devious little smile. Pretty bold considering it happened while I was having dinner with my wife. Get at me when I'm solo babydoll.

On a another note, I was notified about a bizarre and shocking occurence. The contractor that worked on the remodel of my condo apparently had 4 fingers severed off by a saw (they were able to save three of the four fingers). Now that's nuts. I should've told him to be more careful when I saw hem installing crown mouldings while barefoot and being careless with live wires.

Party at the Wood

Last night G and I met up for some much needed drinking and skirt chasing. The evening started out at an xmas party at one of our favorite SOMA watering holes, a spot notoriously known as a hangout for professional alcholics, pool sharks, and volumptuous strippers past their prime. After chowing down on some potluck grub (spagetti, ham, dim sum) and sippin on about four or five Glenlivets we hit our favorite venue, The Wood.

Line spanned half a block. Full of nice pinay young tenders and even twice as many pinoys that all looked identical. I mean, have you ever noticed that all pinoys between the ages of 18 to 25 in the bay area all look the same? It's either shaved dome or that Steven Segal ponytail look. WTF? How do these hotties differentiate between them? Anyways, I'm in a weird mood walking into the place. I feel out of my element. The majority of the crowd is young. I don't know a soul up in here... Bypassing the long-ass line and getting love from the bouncers while hundreds of haters witness don't make me feel any better. Even captivating glances from pretty junior varsity women don't help.

I must work on controlling my state.

Later in the evening I start to get loose. I see an old friend who was accompanied by a small entourage. Especially a cute Peruvian chick. She's drunk and she's diggin my style. She's trying to entice me. Instinctively, I begin spitting some serious game. I guess people noticed and in no time I'm surrounded by cock blockers. My old friend drags her off to the dance floor. Hahaha. It's all good.

I open another sexy hoodrat with a comment about her tattoo we go into some small talk about her interesting name She's responsive and it's obvious she's interested. But I just run out of shit to say. Honesly, I've forotten how to talk to women around that age.

Overall it was fun... I could get the hang of this ;-)

Head Start on New Years Resolution

They say in the computer security world: You're only as your weakest link. I've found out recently that theory also applies to us as human beings.

I've spent countless hours working on hardening and fortifying many parts of my armor to such an extent that these parts are now resilient and impenetrable. In turn, I've neglected certain obvious chinks.

That vulnerable link I'm refering to is state.

When I'm in a poor or negative state all goes wrong. I become a monster. I forget everything else I've worked so hard to learn all these years. It's like that memory location containing all the lessons learned that are supposed to get referenced before a crucial action is taken gets completely ignored.

Not for long...

I'm re-engineering the system. That's all I have to say.

Bad Mood

I don't know if it was one too many bourbons last night or lack of REM sleep but I'm in a horrible mood this morning. It took 30 minutes to get into the city. The bus was packed with unkempt and dirty passengers. No one in the office acknowledged my presence. Neither did any of these bitches online.

What is the world coming to?

Natalie, I love you

I just saw Closer today... and all I can say is DAYM!!!

I'm still at a loss for words.

Favorite line from the movie:

Larry: "I know you have the face of an angel but what does your cunt taste like"
Alice (Natalie): "Like heaven"

Days are Numbered?

I've been out of control lately. Everyone can see it.

I've been gaming women like my life depended on getting them into bed.

I've been shooting pool lights out as if my last game of 9 ball was days away.

And I've been drinking like Bukowski did in his prime.

Someone theorized that its all because I'm freaking out inside because soon this life will be over.. and a new one will be beginning.

It will no longer be about me...

SF is gay

Not that there's anything wrong with that...

but I just witnessed a thugged out gangsta offer to introduce a butt-pirate to his gay azz uncle. hehehe.

Only in SF.

I'm really not in the mood to write. I'm only writing this because so much has happened recently and I feel like if I don't write anything this blog would totally neglect such a critical and important turning point in my life.

It's just difficult.

I just returned from H-Town, where I once again lived my days with wild abandon. Old wounds were pried open then re-stitched up. I triumphed from winning new conquests I never thought possible. And now I come back drained and spent. Nothings new though, I always come back the same way...

But I know this time is different... Because I know it's the last time, at least when its all about me.