without knowing it, another suicide averted...

apparently, the muse actually reads this blog from time to time. i found that out in our 2 1/2 hour conversation last night. she told me that i make her sound like this horrible person in these posts. i don't think i do, but, allow me to set the record straight. the muse is the most amazing woman i know. she is my best friend. she is the love of my life. she is strong, sexy, confident, intelligent as fuck, weird in a incredibly sexy way and last of all, a bad ass that i have been lucky enough to share so many tender moments with... even if we don't have this amazing, magical relationship that i have dreamt about for years now, we will be friends until the day i die. and i don't tell her this, but it's true. each time we have a long talk and we share things and i get closer, it's another day where killing myself gets shuffled down the list of things to do. she has had so many different life experiences than me, listening to her gives me so many things to write about... having her in my life at all is a fucking gift. last night was a perfect example. after our conversation, i got this thought in my head for a poem. about 2 hours later, i had the whole thing mapped out and was writing it down. i really like it. the muse finally read the poem i sent her the other day. she thought is was just an apology. when she read it again, she realized it was a poem. she did give me permission to get it published, so that will go out one of these days. and then once it gets published, it might become my next SoundCloud recording. so, to the muse, you beautiful soul, i love you and i always will. i just hope one day you decide i am worthy of your love.

the New Orleans Saints lost yesterday at home to Tampa Bay, 48-40. the defense was just god fucking awful. i really thought this was going to be the year the Saints actually started the season with a win. oh well. they are at home next week against Cleveland. if they start this season 0-2, it might be time to blow it the fuck up.

the New York Yankees pissed away chance after chance yesterday and lost at Seattle, 3-2. they play again tonight in Minnesota.

Big Brother was pretty good last night.

the season finale of Power was excellent last night. and then that fucking ending. i can't wait for the next season.

The Deuce was great last night.

Ballers was good last night.

Insecure was fucking great last night.

Last Week Tonight was hilarious.

Shameless was excellent last night.

Kidding was fucking hilarious and weird, at the same time. it was pretty much what i was expecting.

America to Me was really good last night.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight and the series finale of Rest in Power: The Trayvon Martin Story. i'll be watching Monday Night Raw for most of the evening.

there's a doubleheader on Monday Night Football tonight. first game is the Jets vs. Lions and then the Raiders vs. Rams. i do hope the Jets win as that is mom and the muse's favorite team.

i got to sleep last night this morning. it was probably 5:45 when i got done with the last show of the night. i was up at 10 this morning.

our rain total from Friday afternoon to Sunday night was 11.7 inches.

that's all for me kids. i'm falling asleep trying to write this. time for a fucking nap.

i hope everyone had a great weekend.

Espero que estas palabras te hagan sonreír

be well. be creative. be cool. be quick to send me CASH, panties, hate mail, love letters, broken promises and dirty pennies from heaven.

peace and chicken grease...

music:

Dag Nabbit - It Can't Be So
Tori Amos - Angie
Brick - Dazz

"The road to success is always under construction." - Arnold Palmer

and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day: