Holy shit, dude.

I will be one quarter of a century old this Friday the 13th. As I think about I wonder to myself, "Where did the years go?" I know I am still young and I (hopefully) have many more years ahead, but still... It seems like ever since I turned 21 the years just started to fly by; 21 was the year that saw me move to the bay area. At 22 I was establishing myself here. 23 was an uneventful year; I didn't really grow at all or have any major changes to my except for being laid off just before 24. That following year (this year) started as the best year ever for my self but quickly turned to be the lowest point in my life in a long, long, time. But as I am nearing the end of this year everything has turned back over to best year ever. So let's finish this year with a raging party on my 25th birthday and kick off the best year of my life (so far)!

My house. 8 PM. Be there or be dead.

ANYway, as a general update about my self and goings on; I have a new hair cut (chopped off 8 inches), I have a new girl named Rachael who is my personal photographer and massage therapist. She's hot; Intelligent and full of common sense (for a 19-year-old CCAC student) with all the right curves (looks great in a corset, btw) and tons of charm and sass.

I am getting a new car soon ('77 Mercedes 240 D if everything works out), motorcycle will soon follow early next year, and I am on the lookout for employment closer my current location. Oh, and being my new home is probably the best move of my life as I am constantly in a state of elevated of happiness. I feel like I've woken up from a years-long coma and I am finally getting reacquainted with myself. I feel like a whole new me! It's to the point where I don't even know who that guy was two years ago. I donno, some douche bag with no life?

Fuckin' a, man. See the world? Right here? Well that guy standing on top of it is me; and I'm campin' that spot.

See you all soon.

-Gabriel

"I'm the Anti-Christ. You got me in a vendetta kind of mood. You tell the angels in heaven you never seen evil so singularly personified as you did in the face of the man who killed you."

True Romance

Photo by Chicobabs

Have returned from Burning Man. Wow, what a year. I have learned much and I think it marks a turning point in both my real and 'Burning' life.

More to come throughout the next week or so as I can think on things.

-Gabriel

Fyodor Dostoevsky, Bram Stoker, Pablo Picasso, and Dylan Thomas.

What do these man all have in common? They are all Scorpio like myself. All four conjure up a myriad of words; but two words common among them would be 'dark' and 'brooding'.

I know what you are all thinking. Gabriel? A Scorpio? No way! But I tell you it is true. I was born November 13th 1984 (that means this year my birthday is on Friday the 13th!). Now, what spoils the image that other signs world kill for is my Leo Rising and my Cancer moon, but perhaps most of all, my Capricorn Venus and Mars.

In fact, I'm probably the most unlikely Scorpio anyone has ever met. But when I'm in periods of emotional turmoil (like recently) I begin to start feeling the claws and stinger sprouting forth.

At least one author has said, "...this makes you an obsessive, possessive, manipulator with an unquenchable lust for power and a penchant for degradation." Ouch.

It seems there's not a lot of good to be said about Scorpios and if it there is it's usually followed by the word, 'but...' Makes me feel like the 'bad guy' of the Zodiac.

Now, I don't take too much stock in the Zodiac, but for some reason it's always in the back of mind. It voices up when I begin to meet the stereotypical profile. Which, I guess, is the whole reason we buy in to this stuff.

Sorry, I don't really have a point to all this. I just feel my darker and more brooding side coming up recently. And if it follows true to my birth sign, the revenge served ice cold will soon follow (relatively).

btw- In other news I have taken up a new hobby; reverse 419 scamming. I can fuck with assholes AND I'm helping the community at the same time.

-Gabriel