Thinking @ the tree house

Tonight I started my first blog. I never thought I would end up writing a blog. BUT, SOMEONE got me into it and got me into thinking why not? it's a cool way to express my feelings and get feedback from the people I care about instead of keeping the shit in my diary. (which I haven't written in a while)First of all, I have been thinking about my crazy other half and I still can't get over the fact that he is the same as me. It's weird to think that I finally found someone who I can completely trust and who I admire and respect so much. Everything about this punkkkkk amazes me. Osea el hecho que no te importen las pendejadas que le importan a la mayoria .. ej: hairyness, looks, clothes. I also love that we share some of the same dreams. The few things I know about him I love and I wanna know more. I know that tonite I was thinking pessimistic, but I can't help it!! I have so many feelings and it's like I wanna live them in person and not in my head. I am tired of dreaming. It's like when I finally found it, I can't have it. And then time will pass, things will change, shit will happen (like it always does) and those feelings might desintegrate..... I've gone through enough and I can take pain. I am not worried about being hurt, I'm just pissed that I can't be completely happy. Today I had to design something for myself. Instead, I thought about my baby and I wanted to surprise him. I know he'll like it and I want him to have it asap bc I feel it will bring us closer. If only the stupid mail system didn't suck the thingy would be in the mail today. Ok..... I'm writing too much. I can't help but think of him in this place. I am literally living in a house on a tree. I hear garzas and parrots and cats and frogs all day. The streets are small and the city is so cool. I saw an old couple walking two burros today. I felt like I was watching a movie. I didn't think that still existed. I also love that I'm manually making art. My arm hurts from scrubbing silver for 3 hours. Oh and the food is like an orgasm. I probably gained 5 pounds already. All we've been eating are chilaquiles, chiles rellenos, mole, sopa de flor de calabaza con champiñones, ensalada de nopalitos, mmmmm se me hace agua la boca. Apunte las recetas para cocinarlas en NY. Tambien me la he pasado tomando micheladas. Tabasco, limøn, salsa maggie, pimienta, sal y cervezaaaaa. Best shit ever! Siempre que visito Mexico, me da nostalgia. Es mi pais favorito. Pero me da un chingo de tristeza. Mucha pobreza. Y cero esperanzas de que el pais mejore. Solo va a empeorar. Pero ekis ya me voy a dormir. Mañana ya dijimos mi papa y yo que es noche de antro y peda. Hasta el tronco se ha dicho y el Sabado viene Toño el amigo de mi papa de Queretaro con su familia y vamos a comer y despues vamos a seguir "chupando" ( drinking ) pero segun que sus hijos son unos mochorrones aburridos y que no chupan . osea que yo y mi jefe nos vamos a escapar para ir a bailar jaja lo malo es que todo mundo piensa que soy la esposa de mi papa. wtf?!!! I thought we looked alike ?! Nada, this is enough for my first blog.
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