I’m 25.
this stinks.
10 years ago I had a plan. I had goals. I knew exactly what I was going to be doing at 25. Boy was I wrong. I thought I was going to be an architect, probably married and have a kid. One thing I’ve learned in 25 years: nothing is ever as it seems. But it’s not a bad thing. I’ve only been 25 for 5 days and my mind has ran a marathon with thoughts on what life could or should be. That’s going to stop today.
This isn’t only a quick rant, but a lesson. So my plans went sour, big deal. I absolutely LOVE my life. I’m not an architect making money, I’m not married, and I’m pretty sure I don’t have a kid out there. Over the weekend a close friend said to me, “Zar, what you’ve done with your life thus far is beyond amazing. You’ve got it.” All I could say was “No I don’t. But I’m working on it every single day.” Simply put, there’s ALWAYS room for improvement. I’ve never sat down and settled with life, I’m always looking at ways to grow, either internally, emotionally, with my wacky businesses, and especially friends and family. I don’t really think about it, unless I literally stop…and think about it (like now). The little dino inside me pulls my shirt every day, gives me a push, or says “eat your vegetables..”
I hope your little dino is doing the same for you. Maybe he’s trying, you’re just not listening.
Do something.
kinder..
Big thanks to everyone that joined me for dinner on Wednesday, everyone that hung out over the weekend with me, and simply put, everyone that’s been there since day one. Although what I have accomplished with my life has been (for lack of a better word) cool, I could never be more grateful for the friends and smiles I get to see everyday that surround my life. I’m amazed by life itself and what we’re all capable of doing.
Go fckshtup.
with Mitchell and Rey
My friend Lisa asked me who my latest mancrush is…so to answer her question…
James Franco
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24 on the 24th. Here’s to those that have been by my side, I’d be a wreck if it wasn’t for some of you. DO NOT think I don’t appreciate who you are and what you’ve done for me. Nobody wants to hear about tragedy, here’s a small batch of family photos courstey of Big Mama.
Est. 1985
The Wonder Years
1st Smurf Birthday Party
The Muffin Top Hairdo
Santa is a Sell Out
Monterrey, MX
Hug
The Kramer
The Batman Stance
My First Crush
- est. February 24th 1985 – and still hating cake icing
“I missed your skin when you were east…” Click your shoes and think of me.
The End of the Internet: FMYLIFE.com
Buddy
My friend Diane surprised me with an early birthday present last night. I’d like for you all to meet Buddy. Buddy is still a few weeks old, enjoys naps, meows like a bengal, spends time on my tummy, loves the finer-looking señoritas around the neighborhood, and attacks on demand. He spent his first night between my sheets already, and seems to have taken a liking in me. Out of the four that Diane brought over for me to choose, he was the only kitten to jump on my lap on his own. I wonder what he’s up to right now. My guess is either eating up my shoelaces or uncovering Rey’s secret stash of porn. I’ll be following him around and taking more pictures soon, but all I could grab last night was the one above with Geo’s iphone.
Thank You Diane! You can check out her blog here. She’s a make-up artist extraordinaire, with tons of cool tips and tricks.
dinozar 