k. ngo

So so, and so. A million thoughts descend upon my head like the Persian army into Sparta. Problem is, i have no Spartan army, no 300 men willing to die for me, just a brain overcome by thought.

Thoughts of what i want to be when i grow up, when i grow old, and eventually, when i grow dead, and help trees grow. Thoughts of how im going to grow up, why im going to grow up, am i going to grow up, or... yeah. I just know that every single action of my day leads to the next moment like a domino effect. Unfortunately, i didnt stack my dominos right, and theyre not all tumbling dumb (hint hint, my stupid fucking school schedule (i have none) nor do i have a job).

If i ever felt like a true bum it was now. Only i have a home, nice (others beg to differ) clothes, food, water, and what not. But never the less, i feel like a bum, or at least if a bum had all the same amenities in life as i do. I am however, trying to change that....by applying to Tillys.

Which btw leads to me feeling embarrassed. I asked my mother for 50 bucks today to go buy some sweaters (kenpo actually, the only person reading this knows what it is) but she insisted she come along to (as the cheap asian mother she, she went scavenging in macys) fuck. And i insisted we split up to save time...but no. As a loving, caring mother, she decided to accompany me to help me pick shit out. Now, god bless my mom and all, but im turning into a man, a grown man, i have facial hair that comes in after a few hours after i shave for fucks sake. And she wants to help me pick stuff out.

Bleh.

Issokay though. Driving home from the mall i realized, love thy mother, for only a mother would want to embarass you by helping you pick out clothes. But anyhow, i bare the embarrassment because its her time with me. Bonding time if you will. And at this point in my life, its perhaps, her only time outside of home with me. And quite frankly, i enjoy it.


Btw chicks think im a mamas boy and some think its cool.

HAHA!