Return to blogging?

Should I keep writing on this blog, or move it along to a new "image"? Are any of my 3 or 4 followers still keeping up with this?

The Backpack

I always roll with a backpack on, always have. No, I'm not a Backpack Rapper. No, I'm not selling drugs. No, I'm not selling bootleg DVDs.

Back in the day, I rolled with it because I always had somewhere to go after school. Now, I carry it because I'm always grinding, and don't have a car. The backpack is now the Grand Cherokee backseat... in some ways.

The contents:

• Modem
• Laptop
• Camera
• Keys
• Books
• Beach Clothes and towel (optional)

Sh*t Roosters Say

If you live in Honduras, or a Latino neighborhood in Los Angeles, you probably live within earshot of chickens. More specifically, roosters. A rooster crowing is something I will never get used to. That sound has to be on a list with anything Janice Litman and Gilbert Gottfried say, nails screeching across a chalkboard and Sh*t Girlfriends Say coming out of your girlfriend's mouth. It wouldn't be so bad if they were only boisterous at the crack of dawn, as is portrayed in cartoons. In reality, they can and will make noise at any time of day. Not the best background noise to have blaring through your window during skype meetings, or pillow talk. I'm assuming the latter, I wouldn't know anything about that these days.

Not really related, but check out this video of the hot chicks next door.  

Cold Showers and Writing

An update about "finally" posting on a blog scrolled across my Facebook feed today, respected as an intelligent person, I decided to follow her >>>link<<<. Her post was so amusing, that it motivated me to "finally" update my blog in hopes of amusing one of my 3 or 4 followers. If I get one, that's a pretty big percentage. I almost didn't check how long she she withheld from blogging, but my blogging etiquette kicked in, forcing me to click previous. Turns out, she was away for less than a month. Pff. Check out my previous post, that's what's up. That's almost nine months. I could have put a baby in someone, taken baby classes, built a crib, and created a morphthing photo of me and the lucky lady. All she did was go to >>>Antigua, Guatemala<<<. I'd rather go there than put a baby in someone though.

Since I am serious about my return to blogging, I skimmed through past posts that didn't align with my current vibe. Anything with a negative tone has been deleted, I really don't have anything to be upset about. I'm not sleeping on cardboard, a floor, or a couch. When I get back to one of those, I'm allowed to complain.

Another funny thing about my previous post: I didn't have hot water then, I don't have hot water now. Coincidence? I will never get used to that.