I've changed the template, because, you know. Please let me know what you think. Is it a disaster? I'm trying, y'all.

In other news, a few years ago, Jill tagged me with a meme thingy. I thought I'd do it now, but I couldn't find it. Sorry... Here's a flower instead. (Jill, I expect you to say, "How did you know Jesus-Yellow was my favorite color?")

Jesus Yellow
But I did make a note of Ricardo's 3-months-old meme, so I'll do that one.

It's basically 10 honest facts meme, which I guess would be a break from the norm. For example, the highly-paid model whose pictures I use in this blog will get a week off while I finally reveal my true identity:

hrithik roshan
This picture was taken in a light bulb store. Man, it was so hot there--I just had to unbutton my shirt and shave my chest. Wait, what the hell is wrong with my right thumb?

Anyway, here are the facts:

1. I'm not doing as much as I can. As much as I should. About a lot of things.

2. I'm shaking with the fear that the little guy will wake up from his nap and start crying. I mean, I love him, and when he wakes up I'll make him an omelet and potatoes, and he'll throw his leftovers on the floor so the dogs can have some, and it'll be funny because he knows he's not supposed to do that, but how can I stop him when he's being so cute and kind like that? But please, sleep for another 30 minutes...


3. And just when I'm thinking about that, Buddy starts to cry downstairs. He can't be hungry. Drives me crazy. We were at the vet yesterday, and I felt so much love for him because he's this giant scary monster of a dog who's now old and scared of everything, and he wishes he could have the dog next door as a friend, but he also knows he can't control himself around other dogs. So he's this sad old dog (that has had a good life, I think, don't get me wrong), and he counts on me, and he'll give his life for me or for Honey or for his favorite human, the one who feeds him most, but sometimes I think about that day 10 years ago, and I know I didn't have a clue what I was getting myself into. I wouldn't do it differently now, though. He was my friend. I couldn't let my roommate take him to a shelter where he would die. But when he or his sister wake the baby up I want to bang my head on the floor so hard it'll pop up in the middle of The Great Wall of China.


4. Speaking of good boys, the baby just woke up. But he's not crying. He's saying, "Two," which is the most fun number to say. See you later.

5. Man, I have such a headache.

The inside of my head

6. But even if we just concentrate on the hard part, like "Since when don't you like pasta? You love pasta!" or even worse stuff, like making my head explode, I can't imagine going back to work for some shitty place like fucking Comcast fucking Customer Service. I'm being too hard on them. You get free cable and internet if you work there!

Mr. Slowsky

7. I speak to the baby in Hebrew because I want him to speak Hebrew. But why is it so important to me? I can't find a good reason anymore.

Alef

8. I'm no Marilyn Manson, but honestly, sometimes I look at myself in the mirror and I can't imagine how Honey can even kiss me good night. What does she see that I don't? I mean, I can be presentable. I can shave the upper-cheek hair. But most of the time I think I'm a little hard on the eyes. If you ask me.

Ugly Motherfucker

9. It's just me and the baby for a few days now, and I'm thinking We'll go to the pool, and we'll go to the zoo, and we'll walk all around the neighborhood, and we'll go on car rides, and we'll eat Rita's ice cream, and we'll play all the time, and it'll be so much fun, but then his grandma calls and asks if I want her to help by having him stay with her for a day, and I tell her I'll let her know later tonight. Although, really, it was a borderline-rhetorical question. I could use a breather.

10. As long as we're honest, I have some guilty pleasures, like this blog. Go on. It's okay to look.



And as usual, I'll be happy if anyone pretends I've tagged him or her, but I'm not going to tag anyone because I've been burned before, man.