Feliz Cumplea~os

Today is my buddy's birthday. Not Buddy's birthday, that's in April. Diablo, as much or more than any individual, has been through everything life had in store for me during the last 10 years. My senior year in highschool, a wasted semester in county college, a few dead end jobs, many different hairstlyes, some "social experimentation", girlfriends, 3 careers, and the deaths of friends and family round out the list of things that Diablo has accompanied me in. D's been around for my ups and downs (calling which extreme is an understatement), fits of rage, and foolish mistakes. At times he's been the only reason I thought I had to remain among the living. My dog, in essence, means the world to me.

His mother, Elijah, looked something like this:
Romeo, his pops, was a typical baby daddy and is nowhere to be found!

The girls look sooooo good......

Straight, curly, pulled back, bangs, layers, highlights, long, dyed, and up in a bun. Give me the devilish, or innocent as long as they're fun. Athletic, lean, short and stacked, bamboo or hoop earrings, tights & a skirt, shy ones, and of course the occasional flirt. I like flat stomachs, the nape of the neck, the crease where the thigh meets the hip, certain tattoos, ones with and without specs, and emotional wrecks. Lip gloss, mascara, waxing, and lotion, sassy outfits that cause a commotion. If you like looking good, then I love your devotion.

Two in a row, well sorta.

Not to be confused with sworta which would be a variation of swort which is a synonym for "cool", "dope", etc. UPDATE: I figured out who sent me the picture message (see Honorable Mentions entry). It turns out it was a friend of mine from highschool that I owe a Hum cd. Back in the late 90's I had a habit of lending, borrowing, and subsequently losing a lot of things. The bad news is I can't seem to track down who is sending me "Sports Illustrated Latino" magazine addressed to Ice Man. Oh well!

Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue....

The title more or less sums up my day yesterday. Add in a ride on the bike and some procrastination and you've got the whole picture. The old was cool, the new was so-so, and I can't remember what was borrowed and what was blue. Maybe the latter of the two was my mood. I should've finished the entry when I started it. There are a myriad of things started that need finishing.