what a fucking weekend... what a fucking begining to a week... sunday :: i take a family picture with my mom and brother, read the rest of "survivor" and go to the boogie with queeg to see the fishbone show that's not happening, but no one told us. so we went to goat hill tavern out in costa mesa and drank with vandal and jay.. best fishbone show i've ever been to. then, when i arrive home i find my brother sleeping on the floor. him and his girlfriend had a fight. he's moving back in.
then monday rolls around and i go into work. in a period of eight hours i do roughly thirty minutes of real work. my mum and i go out to dinner and leave to pick my little brother up from work. when we arrive he tells us that when he was on lunch they talked. they may get back together. he still doesn't know wether to make heads or tails of the situation. i let him know that no matter what decision he makes i'm behind him because we're blood and stuff like that. ...but he has to know when to cash in his chips. no matter how much it hurts, he has to know when to give up.

oh, yeah... my new favorite quote. this one's courtesy of the book i just finished and have mentioned at least three times on this page... "survivor"

"This is fish number six hundred and forty-one in a lifetime of goldfish. My parents bought me the first one to teach me about loving and caring for another living breathing creature of God. Six hundred and forty fish later, the only thing I know is everything you love will die. The first time you meet that someone special, you can count on them one day being dead and in the ground."