To marcos or not to marcos

Okay, crucify me now. I've just turned Marcos into a verb. Let's play a simple guessing game wherein you try to guess what the verb means.

Did I mean, steal? Like: "Can you Marcos some time for me tonight?" Or: "Who's up for Marcosing tonight?

OH WAIT! I almost forgot. To be able to turn Marcos into a verb, I should stop capitalizing it, right? Wait. I'd have to edit the title.

I shit you not. I just edited the title. But that won't matter now would it because you'd be seeing the final blog version of Marcos with the first letter in lower case.

Now that that's settled, let's resume with our mini guessing game...

Am I using marcos to mean being buried somewhere you're not supposed to? Like: "Don't you marcos his body into that cemetery!"

Could be!

But that wouldn't make sense as a title of this blog post would it? 

Did I mean "to pretend"? As in: "I can't marcos that I'm a writer, when I really am not."

Or maybe, I meant: deceive.

To deceive or not to deceive. To marcos or not to marcos. 

Hey, that sounds about right does it? The Marcoses seem to have been really really good at it anyway.

I won't marcos you no more.

Chillin'

As I write this - after successfully retrieving this Blogger account of mine - I'm listening to songs from this playlist. If you gathered enough courage to click on that, yep, that's jazz baby.

I remember my Dad teasing me about "growing old". I used to mind. I remember listening to John Mayer's "Room For Squares" back when I was around in my late 20s. I did mind when he told me I was getting old. I even retorted, "It's just an ear spa. I'm still rock n' roll." Yeah right.

Does anybody mind being old? Do I? Did I really grow old? Did I really mature? I don't know. Really. Look, I still write like a high-schooler!

Anyway, fact of the matter is I should be back blogging. I mean for real this time.

Really!

Wait, I've matured?

Tss.