my thoughts

Best football player of all times

Quite some of my girlfriends tell me ¨ He is just hot, he is cocky,he has a superman complex¨
Specially the girls, and what I think that I do not say out loud is….
¨You fucking hippocras, if this guy turns up to your house naked with
millions of dollars stuck in his ass, you will fuck him….. probably even I would¨

He is coky, he is self absorb, but people are not linear, there is other
things to this person, I only put this ¨romantic video¨ of him.

But really I do not quite actually care about him, I do care when he makes the goals,
without this one, we, the REAL MADRID, a spanish soccer team, would be……

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

Hot guy looking for a lady

Ladieeeeees!!

It´s your chance, now or never baby dolls.

I´m just looking for a woman that smokes, drinks,cooks good,
specially hamburgers and lots and lots of them. And that she pays
the rent plus all the smokes and drinks.

You might think that is too much but in return this is what you will get:

The best sex in your life, and I am actually quite funny. Not because I try to be,
it just comes out of my mouth some weird things and happens to me some weird things,
all of them…..well maybe not all but most of them are laughable. So 50% of the time
you´ll be laughing with me and the other 50% at me.

Forgot, you have to take care of this
She cares the shit out of me, I´m actually a bit traumatized I think.

So give me a thumbs up in comments if yes and if no a thumbs down, and if no girls are
willing, hey guys…..I´m open to options.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

Short almost crazy life

Spend almost five years in the army and deployed twice,
loved it, if I was alone I would hate it, but there truly is
a brotherhood, not friendship… is different.

I killed, I was shot, nice scare by the way.

Got out of the army with a bunch of money, at least for me,
spend it, homeless, in jail, drug addcit. Broke some bones in civilian life
and they broke mine.

Now, that was looooooong time ago,

CANCER, that is what my mother has, in some sense I can see what she heard, and experience
when her ¨kid¨went to war.

My mother is the strongest person that I know, love her to death, but I see the weakness in her
body, her hair falling, and me I´m just a care takere, she doesn´t want to be alone,
so there I am telling her my crazy things but ¨churched up¨ and that is what she needs really
you punks, why did I call you punks? I´m in the drunks if not I wouldn´t have the nerve to write this
more than nothing she wants a person, that is me, lets say today is my day off after staying with her
2 weeks at least, so the point, bing bang boing…

A patient needs confort and I learned that in combat in battle and that I apply it to my mother
which by the way she can take you all on, tough as nails this woman, she´ll get trhought it,
that
I AM SURE.

P.S. I put myself on the pedestal….cool, sense of humour, my strange humour,
but humour is what I provide for her and she loves it, she actually in the first
time of my life tells me to ¨go with her and talk when she´s on the bed¨

Ps 2 told ya, the only fucking reason I write about this is because of my cool drunkness,
but at the same time tomorrow is my time to take care of her and she loves when the ¨kid¨
goes there, NO EDITING, JUST DRINKING, tommorow I will…..fuck shit cool.

Today my father took care of her, he saw that I also need an outlet, but tommorrow morning
I´m back with my mooooooooooooooomy, or MOMMY RAMBO

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

what do you want to be remember for?

The answer to that question is being a good son, good person.

Those who have read about my little crazy life maybe know a bit,
been in the Spanish Legion wich I´m sure now that it was something
that my mother hated or was afraid probably more than me when I was deployed,
after that part I became a drunk, homeless, ended in prison, numerous times
to the hospital wich if I didn´t die in the army I was also quite close
to die in the civilian world because of the drinking.

Now It is my time to take care of this person, my mother.
She has cancer and I felt strange when I saw her after the doctors
removed the cancer and now that she is at home I´m her rock,
my father of course is there, but he does have to work aaaaalot to
pay for the bills. Great man, what he has done to provide for the best doctors
and him also helping at home is quite a different father that I knew. So is quite strange for me, and I´m 35….
but to see my mother so weak and me taking care of her, well,
that is what we are going to do.

So in my life as a fuck up, when I die, that is what to be remembered for,
a caring son. No drinking no nothing, I go to her and apart from taking care
of her home wich if I don´t cut the grass or trim this little trees, well,
she loves her garden, and her house clean, so there I am,
when I go to do some chores she will say ¨Carlos, stay here with me¨,
I never heard that, and me, as I am, always with dummy stories wich she laughs,
but I have to ¨church them up¨(ya knoooow! just twist all the real bad things into something funny)
and that makes my heart a bit more full. She is a woman that she can´t stay still,
she always was in the garden or just moving somethings around the house, now she
has to rest in bed or in the sofa, and there I am with her from Monday to Friday,
now that I noticed it sounds like I´m writing like I´m this great person…… No,
but mom is mom, she´ll pull out of it.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

P.S. Live day to day like it was your last day.

The dead boyfriend

A bit of background to this, in the Legion we have what we call ” El Novio de la muerte”,
which basically I should have translated to english in the title.
WHat for Americans is Easter Holiday, we have this, and people love it, specially in the south of Spain,
specially love it when th Spanish legionaries do their shit, I never was one of them, since a few are
selected for this, plus another truth they get an extra $$$$$$, my mother hated when I joined the Legion,
but she loves watching these kind of stuff, not the ‘real” thing but this. So here you go momma,
and sista,a brotha, and…. I think I smoked a joit…..Nope. So here you go,
It’s a Spanish tradition.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

one man army

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I’m or was… Rambo, people tell me that I don’t look like me in that picure,
fuck you all, no wonder now I’m 35, I was just a 19 year old in that pic,
handome, I had hair back then, and was build like a brick wall, now I’m
brick wall falling.

So here is my point, I have a strange mental condition, when everything
seems to be fine I fuck up, I actually get mad when I cook and something falls
or is not the right recipe, or stupid shit like that, I go nuts.

The psychologist told me to stop or remembering my time in the army and deployed,
wich fuck her, I want to remember that guy that is now in the sky.
All those three were under my command (won’t say much about how we worked
since it can last like a theses.)

I told the sergeant not to go to the same route that we went in, he, said…..yallow yallow
fucking idiot. So I told these men what the sergeant told me to do, nobody was happy obviously,
and you notice as the air sucked out of your longs, the ringing of the ears, so there I am semi conscious,
trying to work what the fuck I have to do, so got 3 of them out of the VAMTAC wich is basically
the Spanish version of the US army HUmvee, except we had no armored.

And then the firefight started, so I got three guys out in the middle, couldn’t help the other one,
so those three guys fucked up I had to make a radio call for others to assist me. They did.

So here are two things, one that in the civilian life you call them “friends”, really?
have you ever been in fucked up situation and see the so call “friend” stand still or run
off away? I didn’t even like these 4 guys under my command, but hence comes something
different wich is true, “brotherhood”, it’ s our job to accomplish whatever mission that they
tell us and in order to do so you have, you have to depend on the guys around you

Fuck it

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses

Make your bed

Really? So easy.I got a crazy theory….

If you make every morning your bed, it’s just a small task right?
But making your bed it reinforces that the little things matter in life,
reinforces that you wake up and have that small task to do, and from there
you can reach the sky. So…. make the bed.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.