Had a good weekend, but could have been better, I just feel the weekend was too short.  My father came this Saturday to my apartment to fix the water problem that I had in my kitchen, you know, the small lake that formed when I was at work.  Now I have a wall that looks like a Swiss cheese, I hope it doesn’t fill with roaches.  After my parents left I spent the rest of the evening sleeping, until my BF called me to hang out, but we just went to eat and then back home, I was not in the mood to go anywhere else.

I feel bad because on Sunday we couldn’t go to Anais  birthday party, something got on the way, I hope you had a great BDay Anais.

Speaking of Sunday, watched the season premier of Deadwood, I don’t know why the fuck they had to make Bullock fight with Swearengen, I mean, I knew they would eventually had a fight, but the reason they fought was stupid!, oh well, hopefully things will get better.  After that I watched Carnivale and learned that there are only three episodes left…, fucktards!, the season just started!, ugh, I hate when they do that.

And that was pretty much it, nothing really interesting happened, but I had fun, in my way. 

My parents were coming home this past Saturday to fix a “small” leak that I have in the kitchen, by “small” I mean that I find a beautiful lake every time I come home from work, but I have learned to live with that, a small price to pay for freedom and cheap rent, huh?.  When I woke up Saturday morning I look at the time and its almost noon, NOON?, and I think- “shit, my parents must be working, let me go and check”-, to my surprise the house was desolated.  I call them and my mother told me that “something came along”, and that they were coming tomorrow (Sunday) morning at 6:00AM.  I went berserk, how they dare?, last night I almost kicked my BF out of bed at 5:00AM because I thought they were on their way here!.  I took a DEEP breath and told my mother to leave it for next Saturday, that I was planning to spend all night out and didn’t wanted to be bothered by anyone Sunday morning.  And she acceded, not like she had a choice cause she knows I get all grumpy and mean when I feel someone is violating my space.

So, since I had nothing to do, I sat down at the computer and started fixing some things on my Blog, and it was right there when it hit me.  This little project made me realize an important thing, I don’t hate programming, in fact, I enjoy it a lot.  So now I have found another reason to leave this shitty place, its diminishing the value and respect that I have for my profession.  But enough of that, today I am too happy to spend the morning yearning for another job.

After my “little” discovery I parked myself in front of the TV and started watching Queer as folk, I love that series, well, I have to admit that at first I hated it, a lot, but I started watching some episodes on Showtime and it stick to me.  So I asked my BF if he could lend me the first season, and man, I LOVE IT!, the bad thing is that there’s only three episodes left to finish the season and I WANT MORE!!!

On Saturday night we went to an Argentinean restaurant in “Plaza las Américas”, the food was great, a little expensive, but great. Right after that we went to the radio station and “El Cojo”, had a good time, talking shit, laughing and listening to music, it was good to see my “new” friends again.  And after that we spent the whole night together, sleeping under the sheets, hugging…, damn, I still feel the heat of his body…

And that was pretty much it, didn’t do much Sunday, he had to work, so I just kept watching QAF, one episode after another until it was time to sleep.

Oh, and I forgot, Ezequiel loaned me a demo of God OF War, interesting game, awesome graphics and good gameplay.  But I think that it will be a little repetitive, unless the puzzles get really challenging, like those of Prince of Persia (Sands of Time), anyway, I might buy the game when it comes out, it really got my attention. 

Well, off to work, my future awaits me, o algo…

This past weekend was, how to say it.., GREAT!

It started out like any other weekend, until my brother told me something that left me dumb, on Friday he told me that he was going to get married Saturday at five o’clock, WHAT?!. It wasn’t that much of a surprise, last week he told the family that he was thinking, or that he would probably get married this weekend, but everyone took that news as a joke, but it was not a joke and he actually got married this weekend.

I feel kind of upset for the bride, no one of her family showed up for the wedding. The only family she has is her brother, and her mother. The mother is a medicated-depressed woman, and when her daughter told her that she was going to get married she got mad, and said to her that she did not wanted her to marry my brother. Her brother is an irresponsible fucktard, he is the kind of person that only seek people when he need something from them, like money. But beside that, she seemed happy, and I am happy for them, I hope everything goes well in their new life. Now she has a family that cares for her and will look after her no matter what.

Since I was not able to share that day with my loved one, I asked my BF if he could spend the night with me, it has been a fantasy for us to sleep together until the next day, and well, he came up with something and we finally did it.

We went to the radio station (where some of our friends work) and stayed there until midnight, but since we got there so early I got kind of burned, and I feel bad about it because they really wanted to have some drinks with us, but I just wanted to have some “couple time” with HIM. Hopefully we will get together again next week and have those drinks.

After the station we headed for my apartment and spent all night long hugging, kissing and sleeping, the best San Valentine gift I could ever ask for. But the best moment of that date came when I woke up and saw him on my side staring at me, at that moment I gave him a warm kiss, a bear hug and whispered in his ear “I love you”.