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Thursday, June 29, 2006

Thu, 29 Jun 2006 20:53:17 GMT

relationship problems

sigh... Microsoft, i want to give you a try again... i really do. but the thing is, i've fallen in love with someone else. i know we've been together for a long time. we've had our happy times as a couple. haha. remember that time you and me downloaded over 80 gigs of pirated movies a few years back? yeah, that was awesome. oooh ooh, or how about that first time i made a movie with you? yeah, granted, it was kinda whack-sauce, but over the years we found our groove and put out some pretty amazing stuff, huh? you were there when i beat doom... that was a proud time in my life. you were there when i spoke my first voice recongnition words...again, amazing experience! you were there when i first ventured out in this crazy world we call the internet. you helped me through rough times when i moved out on my own, you even connected me to loved ones across the globe. haha, there were even those times when we secretly hacked passwords and read other people's email. good times. yeah, we've had a good history together and i want to thank you for those times. but over the years you've grown... hmmm... how can i put this without hurting you? you've grown complicated. i tried to communicate you about drivers and functionality, but time and time again you like making things hard on me. i know you're your own OS, but i suggested that maybe you change the way you look and act, and at times we found ways to make your GUI more customizable... but it always brought you to your knees. the truth is we've grown. grown apart. and i've grown up a bit too. i don't need thousands of programs or games anymore. i just want things to work smoothly... ha, and i can't deny some sexiness wouldn't hurt. maybe, it's me? yeah. it's not you. you deserve better. it's me completely. i don't treat you right. billions of other people find you perfect and don't mind being with you forever. me? well, i'm too picky i guess. you don't need that.

...aww, who am i kidding? i've found someone else. she's gorgeous, witty, effective, organized. sure, she's a bit costly and snooty... but she's beginning to change. infact, not too long ago she got a heart transplant and now how the same inner-workings as you... well, except she functions better. things just work between us... it's harmony. i can't fight this feeling inside. i need to do what's right to me...

but i do respect you. and i don't want to end this without giving you one more chance. let's see if we can work this out. you say you've changed. you say your more confident in yourself and secure. you say you've been working on your performance. you say you've even trimmed down and sexied up. i hope so, i really do... all i want is for you to make my life easier. i'm through with the headaches and crashing... and pain.

so, this is it. i hate for it to be this way, but if you aren't all you've made yourself out to be...

...it's over between us.

Friday, June 16, 2006

Fri, 16 Jun 2006 19:36:09 GMT

that is all.

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

Tue, 13 Jun 2006 16:39:12 GMT

Korea what?

no, i'm not going to lie and say i'm a fan of soccer. yes, i'm a bandwagoneer. no, i don't really care who wins the World Cup. yes, i ate some coney-island hot dogs today. no, that has nothing to do with soccer.

...in any case, South Korea won their first game today against Togo. there. i'm officially korean. go red-devils... blah blah blah.

"...meh. who gives a flip? i just hope Shaq puts on his A-game tonight."

in more important news

...as dirty as Walmarts are, i happily bought 5 new Guitar Hero games and guitars for $30 each. ahhh, the joys of ghetto Walmarts where only games like 50cent: Bulletproof sell. eBay anyone? can someone say "easy 100 bucks!"?

Pop's Day is comin...

Dad or no dad... it's time for some testosterone fun. come and get pwned!
(BBQ and live comedian... and you getting pwned in every sport)

...and since i never know when i'll update again, soak in some-o-dis until then:

the best album of 06 this far.

Monday, June 12, 2006

Mon, 12 Jun 2006 13:19:27 GMT

Thinking of starting a band?

you can get any worse than this...

btw... dirk nowitzki is a demon. someone, please, cast that fool out. oh, and antoine walker makes me want to punch my liver area multiple times. can someone tell him he's no reggie miller?

yo, antoine! that cover band (up there) called... they want their suck back.

Wednesday, June 07, 2006

Wed, 07 Jun 2006 13:28:27 GMT

How NOT to steal a SideKick II

...this is happening as we speak! (er... as i speak... uh, type... whatever)

read this all !!! it's an awesome story of revenge and humiliation. i know, i know, revenge isn't a fruit of the spirit, but it's a sweet fruit in any case. kudos to this guy for putting the ownage on dirty stikin' theives. if you steal, you're a jerkface stupid-head who deserves what's coming to you.

update on last weekend:

i sacrificed tickets to the game to go to PK on friday... but saturday i skipped out on PK to bust some caps in my friends. nothing promotes comradery more than shooting a friend in the back... 4 more times after they give up. mmmmmmm... wargames.

as for supporting the Heat? s'all good... can someone say "game 3 tickets?"

Thursday, June 01, 2006

Thu, 01 Jun 2006 17:51:56 GMT

a test of character

...take tickets to game 6 of the Heat vs. Pistons?
or
...go to Promise Keepers with men from church?

...

...play 8 hours of paintball for free?
or
...go to day 2 of Promise Keepers?

...

...have me a good time?
or
...keep my promise and go to a weekend of Promise Keepers?

what to do? what to do?

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

Tue, 28 Mar 2006 21:00:28 GMT

we're gonna fight!

i want to bust my computer up... like hard freakin' core! you know that scene at the end of Office Space where they take the fax machine out back and lay a major smack down on it? yeah... multiply that by ten million. i swear, if my computer was a person, i'd uppercut him right in the doppleganger. ugh. lag lag lag lag lag. what usually would take me a few hours has literally taken days to produce. the simple action of dragging a layer up 100 pixels causes my pc to lock up for 5 minutes and occasionally (oh yeah, this part i love...) crash. you know what that means? that means i need to save files after every action i do. EVERY ACTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ugh. stressed.

anyway... i'll be out for the next days. off to ATL to go to Passion Thisty. i'm gonna kick it with David Crowder and the boys for a little R & R and leadership training. Have fun without me, kids. oh, and if you see my pc, kick his gonads for me, will ya?

Monday, March 27, 2006

Mon, 27 Mar 2006 04:55:52 GMT

you know what really grinds my gears?

...front rows at theaters. seriously, why even make them? no one actually wants to sit there. i'm positive there is no one on earth that goes into a movie theater thinking to themself "oooooh, i really hope i get a front row seat!" anything on the south side of the center isle in any theater is considered ghetto property. and no one likes ghetto property.

so a friend and i decide to go watch the new spike lee joint- The Inside Man. we're down in south miami, so we decide "meh, why not go watch a flick on SoBe." i figured with all the horn dog spring breakers around, no one would even slightly consider going to watch a movie when there are a billion and four clubs they can get ugly at. guess what? i was wrong. i know, i know, it doesn't happen that often... but it did this time. (ha, i love how i can talk smug on the internet and no one can tell if i'm joking or not. awesome. i was lying by the way... i'm more often than not- wrong.)

we buy our tickets... full price. bleech. tix on south beach are 10 bucks. ...and my old highschool student id didn't work this time... apparently, i look a bit older than 18 now (must be the manly beard!). so, we head on into the theater when ...SHAZAAM! theater FULL! ugh. i looked and looked as hard as my slanty eyes could look, but alas, no empty seats going up. nope... the only seats were towards the bottom... towards the front of the screen... towards a mean and horrible horrible place i'd like to coin the crap hole.

who was the brilliant mind that came up with that idea? "hey! why don't we make some of the seats 4 feet awat from the 300 ft. screen? people will love it! it'll be cooler than tickle me elmo." you freaking liar! no one likes it, no one! communists used those seats as a form of torture in red china. the assyrians placed kings in front row theater seats as a symbol of shame. homeless children in africa fear the front row more than the dangers of natural elements and wildlife. they'd even prefer to starve than sit in those seats... and whos to blame them? i mean, i nearly wisked my brain into pudding trying to read the opening credits. by the end of the movie i had to crack my spine from the wiggidy-whack position i was forced to sit in. yeah, you know that position. it's the only position you can sit in when you're in the front row: it's that put my feet on the top of the seat in front of me and place my head instead of my butt inside the seat. ugh!... and the seat smelled like fat lady to top it off.

eh. but it was a good movie.

but seriously... what a stupid idea. it's prime real estate for other things besides seats. why not have like lounge seats there... ooooh now that's an idea. or how about a swimming pool? crap! anything. gimme a freakin' vending machine or a trap door into a pit of hungry hungry hippos, i don't care! anything but those stupid stupid chairs.

my house is warmed... and i am a happier eric gamero!

so yeah. my place is finally a home. it's all painted and furnished and sexied up. hot diggity. last week i had a housewarming party... and i have to say that i have the greateast friends and co-workers a chink could ask for. yup. i got almost $1,100 worth of gifts at my little shindig. it was awesome. i'll try no to be completely sappy, but dude, i am soooo not worth it. i mean, really, who the heck am i? no one special... nope, not at all. ahhhh, but God loves me and sees me precious ...and He took care of His kid. Thanks God! i couldn't be more thankful for all i received. there is not a single thing i need anymore. well, except a wife, but no one bought me one of those. ...yet.

i got a buttload of pictures up on my flickr. my place has more stuff splashed around since last week, but you'll get a good idea of what it's like. oh yeah, that picture from the last post... it's freaking amazing. ha. i got it hung up in living room. sweeeeeeeeeet!

alrighty. i guess i'm officially "on my own" now. look at me, all grown up and stuff. i used to dread aging, but i must admit now, being an adult is a great thing to be.

fresh new start.

oh, and pancakes are better homemade. ...just thought i'd share that info.

Friday, March 17, 2006

Fri, 17 Mar 2006 04:20:46 GMT

gun shots rang out like a bell

...i grabbed my nine and all i heard was shells... fallin' on the concrete real fast; jumped in my car -slammed on the gas. bumper to bumper the avenue was packed...

eh. enough vanilla ice. i admit, it's a catchy tune, but you lose street cred when you hum that cracka rap... and i need to preserve my street cred, yo.

seriously though... my mom saw some dude get shot today. crazy. there was a gunfight at the mall where her store is. i don't know the details except two dudes went at it with guns ablazin' and one of them had his junk busting caps... or however that goes. busting caps in your junk? capping a junk buster? meh. i'm glad my mom is safe. i probably woulda peed myself good if i heard that. that's why eric ain't a "g"... anymore. i was known to bust some caps in fools back in tha dizzle... yeah. i just lied. i know nothing about tha dizzle or the capping of fools.

...i did see some guy get stabbed in the neck by a bic pen one time, though. crazy world. ruining a perfectly good pen. i kid. i only joke 'cause i know the guy was safe. and bic pens are garbage anyway. they leak ink and get your stubby pen finger all inky. i hate that.

speaking of inky. i have the coolest boss ever. he got me a big poster of this for my house warming party this sunday.

sa-weeeet! i think i'll put it over my work station at home. it'll inspire me... i think. it's not too creepy having a huge picture of yourself in your own place, is it?

whatever. it's my place!

pointless.post.period.

thank you for letting me steal 2 minutes of your time. ...and you can never get it back.

ha.

Thursday, March 16, 2006

Thu, 16 Mar 2006 02:44:42 GMT

i ate my first meal at home

...and i don't have any silverware... or plasticware. no ware. ...and it was chinese food. it was either chinese, which we all know tastes like grease and MSG, or eggo waffles and gummy bears. maybe i should have eaten the latter. oh yeah... no toaster. so anyway, i get my dog lo mein or whatever it was and began to dig in when it hits me: "uhhhhh, this is odd. no packaged utensils with my greasy cuisine? not even a spork?" so, what do i do? you know it... i lapped that junk like the dog that i am. what can i say? it's a bachelor pad.

so i'm scarfing my rice up with each breath i take and sipping soysauce packets when i notice that there isn't anymore meat visible... sucks. i dig deep with my index finger. nada. on with the thumb. nope. all i see is onions and snow peas and to top it off, my fingers burn- especially around my finger nails. ew. it still smells. i should wash my hands. ...oh yeah, no soap. it's ok, i have shampoo.

so, not that much meat. atleast my tasty chingchong onion and snow pea dish was hot.

yeah. goodtimes. a hot meal in my new place. God is good.

buy me sliverware.

...me and my girl need some silverware.

[now time for some gummybears]