Tell a friend.
Esco, out.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Friday, June 19, 2009
I Am Not Dead
Take this title literally and not literally. Of course I am not dead. If I were I would not be writing this, now would I? But this is also just a reminder to say that the legend of Esco lives on to see another day. You can call it Escothology.
What is this legend I am refering to? Well, dumbass, I am a legend. Maybe in my own eyes, but yeah, I am definitely one. What makes me a legend? Nothing really, just the things I do are stuff legends are made of. So, f*ck you.
Take this beautiful month of July '09 as an example:
Who the f*ck else that you know would spend €225 in the first TWO days of the month on sneakers when they would only have about €200 more to live on for the rest of the 28 days, and that the bills hadn't been paid and that food hadn't been put in the fridge?? I only know ONE person other than myself stupid enough (No, I'm not calling myself stupid, but this next person is) to do such a thing. And that person is my cousin, and his usual monetary woes are well-known. So yeah, it must obviously be something that runs in the family. We should be proud of it. I definitely am.
Should I care that I am as broke as my dear cousin's ankles? Yeah, I most probably should care. But the question is: DO I care? Answer: Nope. Well, for now I don't care. It'll come soon. But I've been through worse.
And I'm fresh as hell, even while broke. I might as well move into the Belvedere projects and buy myself 6 BMW's, would be the same thing.
I may need to enter rehab.
Oh and seeing my post just beneath this one, that is if you are smart enough to have realized what it was about, you may have noticed that I had another problem that would have required me to spend more €uros. €uros I did not have because of my beloved sneakers. Oh well.
One thing is for sure:
(Just look at the shirt, f*ck that dude.)
What is this legend I am refering to? Well, dumbass, I am a legend. Maybe in my own eyes, but yeah, I am definitely one. What makes me a legend? Nothing really, just the things I do are stuff legends are made of. So, f*ck you.
Take this beautiful month of July '09 as an example:
Who the f*ck else that you know would spend €225 in the first TWO days of the month on sneakers when they would only have about €200 more to live on for the rest of the 28 days, and that the bills hadn't been paid and that food hadn't been put in the fridge?? I only know ONE person other than myself stupid enough (No, I'm not calling myself stupid, but this next person is) to do such a thing. And that person is my cousin, and his usual monetary woes are well-known. So yeah, it must obviously be something that runs in the family. We should be proud of it. I definitely am.
Should I care that I am as broke as my dear cousin's ankles? Yeah, I most probably should care. But the question is: DO I care? Answer: Nope. Well, for now I don't care. It'll come soon. But I've been through worse.
And I'm fresh as hell, even while broke. I might as well move into the Belvedere projects and buy myself 6 BMW's, would be the same thing.
I may need to enter rehab.
Oh and seeing my post just beneath this one, that is if you are smart enough to have realized what it was about, you may have noticed that I had another problem that would have required me to spend more €uros. €uros I did not have because of my beloved sneakers. Oh well.
One thing is for sure:
(Just look at the shirt, f*ck that dude.)
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
FML
Why did you have to leave me?
What have I done to you to deserve such unjust treatment? Have I not taken care of you for the past 3 years? I invited you into my home, took care of you. Treated you like you were supposed to be treated. Kept you up to date with the latest trends.
What more can you want from me? I've given you everythingg you asked for, everytime you requested something, I stopped everything to take care of you. You were my priority. You were basically all that I had in this country.
You were my companion during those late nights when I could not fall asleep. I meet with my friends daily and you're always by my side. If it weren't for you none of this would have been possible. None of nothing. I'm lost now without you.
Why are you doing this? Is this a test? I don't want to let you go. You hold all my secrets and I'm afraid that if I let you go you will just erase them all as you've erased me from your life. And I will not allow that to happen.
I've spent many a sleepless night trying to make things right between us, to make things work. But you shut me out, you stare at me with your blank expression. Not giving away a hint of humanity, leaving me to wonder what it was that I could have done to you to deserve such treatment.
I'm willing to pay a specialist to come and try find the problem and see if there is anyway for it to be solved. I am willing to try on my own, but you're refusing to let me in, so I'm forced to have to use someone else if that will allow you to open up. I guess it's just me.
I miss you already. I really do. Time goes by so slowly without you by my side to keep me company and keep me busy and smiling.
I pray that this is just a bad dream and that when I wake up, you're bright face will be watching me. I just hope that this is you just going through a bad phase and you will soon snap out of it. I'm keeping my fingers crossed.
I don't want to lose you. Please don't leave me.
I already feel a depression coming along.
*sigh*
FML.
Esco, out.
What have I done to you to deserve such unjust treatment? Have I not taken care of you for the past 3 years? I invited you into my home, took care of you. Treated you like you were supposed to be treated. Kept you up to date with the latest trends.
What more can you want from me? I've given you everythingg you asked for, everytime you requested something, I stopped everything to take care of you. You were my priority. You were basically all that I had in this country.
You were my companion during those late nights when I could not fall asleep. I meet with my friends daily and you're always by my side. If it weren't for you none of this would have been possible. None of nothing. I'm lost now without you.
Why are you doing this? Is this a test? I don't want to let you go. You hold all my secrets and I'm afraid that if I let you go you will just erase them all as you've erased me from your life. And I will not allow that to happen.
I've spent many a sleepless night trying to make things right between us, to make things work. But you shut me out, you stare at me with your blank expression. Not giving away a hint of humanity, leaving me to wonder what it was that I could have done to you to deserve such treatment.
I'm willing to pay a specialist to come and try find the problem and see if there is anyway for it to be solved. I am willing to try on my own, but you're refusing to let me in, so I'm forced to have to use someone else if that will allow you to open up. I guess it's just me.
I miss you already. I really do. Time goes by so slowly without you by my side to keep me company and keep me busy and smiling.
I pray that this is just a bad dream and that when I wake up, you're bright face will be watching me. I just hope that this is you just going through a bad phase and you will soon snap out of it. I'm keeping my fingers crossed.
I don't want to lose you. Please don't leave me.
I already feel a depression coming along.
*sigh*
FML.
Esco, out.
Monday, June 1, 2009
There Is A God
That was me today in the Footlocker at the mall not too far from where I live.
The month of June has started off perfectly for me. Here's to hoping it continues this way.
I was practically hopping up and down in one place while standing in line to make my purchase.
WOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Esco, out.
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