Poor little halfnaked chef

It was a nice evening. I just came back from work and as usual, started taking off some clothes to feel like -"oh yeah, I'm finally free!!". It has become an obsession, you know... it's this sensation of getting home tired and suddenly you realize that there is nobody else, perfect! Your clothes feel so heavy and you are just desperate to get rid if them.

I was starving. So, after my "getting naked ritual", I looked for the bags from supermarket to take those groceries that I bought so happily. Avocado, jam, cheese, tomato, cucumber, lettuce and just baked bread. You only have to add a little butter, salt, pepper and balsamic vinegar and there you go: a 40cm long sandwich ready to be eaten on my bed while watching TV.

But just as I turned around, I ran into this roommate..... who got in the flat quietly; or maybe I was listening to the music so loud and didn't listen to her, or maybe I didn't think it was the big deal 'cos she was only my roommate. Well, this was the problem... Little, darling, loving, sweet roommate came along with a friend of hers, who I've never seen in my life but she was determined to see me (poor little sweet me).

I was supposed to go from the kitchen to my room, in other words, to pass trough the living room where this little, too curious, new friend was. After 20 minutes waiting, I still kept my self stuck in the kitchen and my roommate didn't care at all that I was there almost naked, so what' the hell, her friend is in her 20's so she's seen other guys with less clothes than me. And, as a matter of fact, they were having fun out of poor little me... -Oh nice butt! -Who's butt? The naked man who's in there?

Extremely bored, I finally decided not he behave like a chicken. -Hi, how is it going? I told her.
She smiled shortly back at me with a soft drink in her hand. Her thoughts about what she's seen or imagined to see? I don't know, I was too busy with my supper and my TV.

Didn't say a word to naughty roommate for the rest of the night, by the way.

A smell to remember!

Last night it was a blast! We were celebrating our friend Lulu's birthday, one week late, but it's much better than forgetting it at all, sorry Lu! Dayla was with us, she is a friend who has made me pass through the most ridiculous moments someone could ever experience; it doesn't mean that don't love her, though...

The thing is that, as usual, friends star talking about past embarrassing moments and this time it wasn't the exception. It happened like... 9 or 10 years ago. Dayla and I wanted to hit down the city centre and see a movie. We were walking through the central avenue boulevard in San José, a street for pedestrians stuffed with cheapy stores and greasy food. We stoped by a tiny shop, then I saw those poor little chickens... She bought some peaces to go but she didn't eat! Well, I thought it was kind of weird but I just ended up forgeting the incident.

We found our selves at a theatre where a brazilian movie was announced, attracting any kind of artish, show-off, pretentious people. We were the last to get in the room (as good ticos, we've made it a little late). That room was tiny, with tier seats. And since most of the seats were already taken, we had to look for a place on the lowest level.

Everything was normal until I starded listening to a scrachty sound coming from... hey, from just next to me! My friend took some plastic bags contaning that very smelly chicken she bought 30 minutes ago. That unforgettable fragance flowed all over the place and since she was very caritative, she had this nice idea to offer some chicken to me!

-Hey Randall, d'you want some? I tried to give her a negative answered with my head so my voice wouldn't be heard but it didn't work... That was just the right momment when something went wrong with the film. As long as they stoped the film they turned on the lights and I was seating down there, with every body staring at my back while my friend was holding the chicken in her hand, giving it to me! Oh poor little me!!!!!!! It was such a smelly night!

The blog in a pouring rain

Such a lazy afternoon has come over such a lazy blogger! Randy has been so poor lately that he can't post.... well, actually, yes he can, but then he becomes lazy again.

I just don't know! Can I blame it on the rain? It's pouring hard out there, but I'm indoors, so the rain is no reason for not posting often.

I'm so desperate, i can't find any excuse, :( poor little randy has no excuses. And as you should now, there isn't anything worse than having no excuse at all. If I'd had a excuse, I'd just say it and then everybody would think: oh poor little randy, how can this happen to him!

But the sad part is when asking my self: how can poor little randy make them say so if poor little randy not so poor, oh no!!!!!!! poor little randy not having excuses for being a poor little one!!!!!

D'you think I'm nuts? Gosh, no!! It's just that I'm so poooooooor little me and that this is such a poor little blog!!!!

Stuck in the garage

Roommates? Someone might say that it's much better living alone but if I wouldn't have one, how am I supposed to enter my place?

It was 8am when I was tumbling around the apartment, getting crazy cos I had to go to work, and of course 8am is the time when I'm supposed to be sit at my gray cubicle desk and, just as usual, I run out as fast as I could without noticing that I took the wrong keychain. It was my keychain, yes, but one key was missing...

The night before I was entering home, just the very same way that every single costa rican guy living in Costa Rica does:

1. Stop that buzzing in your pocket produced by all of the keys in your keychain.
2. Get one key to open the outside gate, after more or less three attempts you might get the right one, do it fast cos you don't want any homeless guy to come over and ask for money, or even more usual, any guy with a real home that might pull over from his Hyundai car, point at you with a gun and gently and calmly ask for your wallet (Not sure that this is usual but paranoiac lifestyle culture here makes you think that it happens more often).
3. After closing the unsafe but at last already locked outdoor gate, deal with your key holder again to find the key to open the next gate that "protects" the door, three attempts more and there you are, one more open black bars gate opened.
4. And finally, your door... if you have already get used to managing all the keys, you might find the right one, you already know it, it's not the shorter, not the larger, but that's it! Open that old brown wooden door! But, hey... the door is tricky today, move it left, now right, try again, oh gosh, it's broken.

Fortunately, there wasn't any part of the broken key stuck into the door lock; fortunately, I did open the door and even better, I remembered that there was and additional keychain with all the keys somewhere inside, not my key holder but useful, one that I've forgot inside next day and now I'll wait until the evening comes, praying god that my roommate behave like a good little girl and shows up early (Hey please roommate, not partying on today!); otherwise I can open the outside gate, lock it if I feel like, stay in the garage with my car parked, the car key inside the house and my self stuck in that red tiles floor boring 3mx4m garage with my loved randymovil tiny car but with anywhere else to go.



Note... this material is posted by Poor "L" Randy, the "L" comes from little, so far not from looser, well that what i hope!