the one in which i fall in love with her voicemail...

so there I was driving home on a mundane day. it was beautiful. the sun was shining. it was on 5/23/05. i beleive. i could be wrong. most of the time I may be. i can admit that. it was hot in my car. i roll my windows down and wish i was somewhere warm with sandy beaches and little drinks with umbrellas. i have to come to realise that more and more that is becoming one of my other dreams. here i thought i did not have any dreams. honestly it did make me sad for a day or two. i got over it. sorry, back to business...i was reflecting on the things that may have occured over the weekend. this is difficult to do, relay a story that occured almost two weeks ago, but hey...I am trying. i was excited about some thoughts and things that are occuring in my day to day things. for example, this blogg is up and running. i am really psyched about that. there was sun out. i'm sure there were others, but this is all i can remember. in my enthusiasm, i dedide to phone Sonrisa Morena. once again, her voicemail answers. in the spirit of relaying all the information, i decided to speak to the voicemail as if it was her listening. half way through, i comtemplated can someone fall in love with another person's voicemail. i thought that would be weird, but completely possible. if you call this person and their voicemail answers all the time you call them, then you would have established a relationship with their voicemail. i know it is a little absurd, but you have to admit quite hilarious. so...here i am driving home and laughing at myself that i am having a conversation with a voicemail. i proceeded to explain all this information in the voicemail. there was more information. i would love a transcript of that voicemail. i have to bug SM for a copy of that. lets see if she is willing to transcibe it for me.

so ends another chapter of el filtro de santiago. make sure to tune in next time for the way it all began. mira como el protagonista llega ser un enamorado fatal. wow!! i got ta tune in. it sounds good. i know i know. i am a little dramatic. now i know where my daughter gets it. aaaaaaaahhhhh!!! ya'll didn't know i had a daughter and a son. well...make sure to stay tune. you may get to know more. tan tan tan (soap opera music) it didn't come off did it. sorry. same bat time same bat channel.

the day the living room lost its battle with porn

i had to relay a story. the incedent took place a couple of days ago. the night started like any other night out with co-workers. it was a little ackward. you see i have only been working with this crew for about 10 months. it is not entirely a year.

we went out for dinner. we went to Don Julio's Hacienda or some place with a name like that. It was at Clybourn and North. i miss heading out to that area. it has changed significantly in the last years. there is more business and less gheto. it is free enterprise at its best. anyway, i was out at this restaurant and we are eating and being merry. when it comes to the tab...people start whistling and looking at each other.

seriously, f%&$* like that do not need to be around. if you are going to invite and drink ur self silly own up to the bill. btw, not just your food...drinks, tip, and taxes. come on people this is nothing new. lets be civilized. oh well... i noticed that i really like the "...". sorry. i got a little sidetracked. it happens. back to our regularly scheduled program. so, we scrounge up money to pay the bill. i hate going out with a big group because of this. they are always wondering who did not put it in and you end up paying more because some other punk ass b is not willing to cough up some dough. flashback to Reservoir of Dogs.

so after the dinner debacle, i was not ready to go home. i wanted to stay out and party. i asked some of the cool people. "so where we going?" Dark Spock states he lives close by and will host the little after set. we make a mad dash for his place. we walk over to my car. get lost in the process. people like to go the wrong way on a one-way street. i am already on a ticket. i can not afford another one. finally get to north ave. btw, there is a hot girl in my car at the time, Local Girl. get to the expressway head towards WIS. go and drive by the old neighborhood. the so called six corners. there are so many according to who you talk to. we finally get to our destination. it always strange to go some new place of a co-worker. we walk into Dark Spocks apartment. it was intersting. as i turn to look around there is a bunch of porn mags all over the place. i mean that is cool. as long as it is me and Dark Spock, but there was Local Girl. it was quite the ackward moment, but it was fun. Local Girl did not say anything. i dont know if she noticed. it was funny. he has to be single. cause at what point does the porn mags or videos make it out of the closet or under the mattress or the hiding place you have them into the plain site of your apartment. maybe it is a simple issue with all other people. i just remember growing up and having to hide all those materials if you had any that is.... Oh...I never had any. Really. Stop shaking your head and looking at me.

So ends another murder mystery. Join us again next time for the next installment of when I fell in love with her voicemail. stay tuned for the never ending chapter of Local Girl. Todays show was sponsored by the letter Y (why). Just because i felt like it punk.

this is a post about elle

as i promised...she stood there at the foot of the hill. she was an angel with full silk hair a smile that will overthrow the worries of the world. i thought she was going to save me. how could i remove her from my heart. it would not be possible.

there were moments when the embrace was going to last a lifetime. her smile gave me shivers. her hair smelled like sweet flowers. the last time... she gripped me with all her might. it was tender loving, and nurturing. how can i let the blood out of my body without letting my life ebb away with the sweet liquid.

elle embodied it all.

it is not miller time, but lets have some anyway

i have been wandering, lost among the forgotten souls. somewhere between the land of oz and the dark alley behind macy's.

I really do not know where i was going with that one. i went out last night. i got home at the wee hours of the night. it always happens this way. i am given a time frame and i try to overstay. the beer was available. the tequila was flowing. it was a festival. it was not really, but it was fun. there was talking there was bitching there was criticism of work life and friends. it was all in good fun. at least no one lost an eye.

i feel better. it is amazing how a few beers and a couple of shots really make life the most wonderfult thing in the world. i would have like to have some other people there. you know who you are. probably the only person that reads this. i really think it is better that way.

el sol brilla mas no lo siento

today is a very sad day. my energy feels zapped. it really does. the sun is shining. i should be the happiest person in the world. but for right now. i just don't feel it. the best thing about me is that I easily forget things. in an hour or so I will have forgotten this whole incident. is that good? i really do not know. it can be. it has its ups and downs. do i just choose to forget? who really knows.

i come home to an empty house
search the fridge for scraps
hunt for the next meal
it still does not make it any easier
may it be a daily affair
or just for today


how much of this is my own prison? how much is invented by me. i contemplate the earths rotation. maybe it is el niño having an effect. i feel alone sometimes when there is so many things going on. i know i really should not. there are tons of people around. the internet makes it impossible to drown out the noise. the television does not help. i tell myself "you have to turn off the tv" my mind answers " i know, but it means i have to get off the couch". instantly i am amazed at the slothfullness. so much for getting into my yellow pokadot bikini. i am bordering on a emotional breakdown. i must sign off. besides...i am actually at work. i guess i should actually work.

we underestimate the emotion of touch...

porque digo la emocion del tocar. no crees que tiene mucho que ver como te toca una mujer o en algunos casos un hombre. como te hablan. como pasan sus manos por tu hombro. como tal vez te pasan los dedos por tu cuerpo. creando esa sensacion de algo mas.... tal vez fue sin querer queriendo.

it is intoxicating like a great brew at 4 o'clock in the afternoon. cuando se siente mas prohibido que nada. como se te paran los pelos (no sean mal pensados, yo guys know who you are). hay hay hay. como te siento en mis entrañas viejas. bajo la piel morena. como un millon de cien pies caminando en tu piel. como un resfrio de agua helada en un a tarde caliente.

i think you all know what i mean. the chill down your spine. the soft kiss on your neck. i can go on forever, but these words fall on deaf ears. only for my thoughts to hear. for my heart to silence. is the fantasy more than the reality? i really have to wonder about that. what do you all think?

como quisiera verte entre las nubes

estoy leyendo un libro... cien años de soledad. como me gusta perderme en un libro. olvidarme de este mundo, tan si quiera por un rato. mi mente cambia entre varias cosas. tal vez por eso le cambie mi nombre. nomas puedo lo que puedo para filtrar todos los pensamientos que tengo. por que te digo... si tengo varios de muchas maravillas y inventos.

hay que hambre tengo. ahorita no puedo ir a ningun lugar. the horror! the horror! tal vez por eso es que no puedo pensar en tantas conversaciones que me gustaria redactar aqui.

Why do I always fall in love with every woman that shows me the least bit of attention? - Joel Barish(Jim Carey) in Eternal Sunshine of Spotless Mind.

It is really a must see. Me gusto bastante el reflexionar en los recuerdos de uno. no lo hacemos a menudo. imaginate si apenas me acuerdo donde deje mis lentes, mas bien el lugar donde estaba hace un par de horas. pero sabes que si no se nos olvidaran las cosas no tuvieras campo para las nuevas experencias.

Joel Barish tiene mucha razon. Por que es que nos enamoramos con tantas mujeres? Yo digo por que hay tantas mujeres bellas en este mundo. Yo no tengo la culpa. Quien les manda ser tan bellas, eh!!! Me gusta la sonrisa de una mujer que estoy coquetiando. tu le miras a los ojos...sonries con todo tu ser. hay que cosa...la emocion. bueno me voy. porque si no me vaya meter en problemas. hasta la proxima.

it is really hard to gather your thoughts

i wish i could type as fast as i think. there are thoughts running through me real quickly. there are memories being reflected upon and things i need to accomplish. i need to write these all down. but as quick as they entered, they have vanished.

"Here comes the rain again, falling on my head like a new emotion" Eurythmics. The beautiful cleasing rains is with us again. You have to admire how easy it is to back up traffic. I mean come on people. It is just water!! It is very much like a short traffic delay due to an accident. We have seen them before.

The car went boom and the people got injured. I have comtemplated. Are we looking for the dead bodies laying on the floor as a result of the accident? Are we really that nosy? I really do not understand. Oh...wow. I just realized that I started capitalizing stuff. I was trying to do some free writing to not really stop the creative flow of my writing. I guess grammar won on that battle field.

I awoke as if from a dream...

it is another day. the sun was shining. i guess it decided to come back. it had left us for a minute. i guess he took a little snooze with all the rain and all. i think i really need the sun. it makes my life easier.

well...enough about the sun. today is a good day. it is my birthday. it felt good to go out for breakfast. i have not done that in a long time. i remember going out with Sonrisa Morena all the time. those were good times. we would talk and laugh for hours. it was good times, good times. i didn't really plan anything for this day. we shall see how the day unfolds.

i'm off to see the wizard (well...at the library). lets see what adventures is on this new horizon.

it's almost miller time

i can't believe some people. you talk to them and they look at you like they don't understand. te lo digo en español si quieres. it really must be time to go. let's close the door. can you guys tell it has been a rough day. i have five more mins.

what is going on with the weather? can it make its mind up. i need to get some rays in my life. it makes life a little happier. well...time for me to sign off. this should be real interesting.