Filed under: Random Thought
7am, time to work. Yeah, it’s Saturday but I had a doctor appt. last week and have to make it up today. So I’m watching the news and hear something completely ridiculous, ridunkulous if you will. But between Steve and I it’s ricrunkulous, the highest level of ridiculousness one can possibly achieve. So back to what’s soooo ridiculous: These two middle school boys are being prosecuted as sex offenders for slapping their friends, who are girls, on the butt while walking through the halls. ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS!? How many middle school-aged boys can honestly say they have not done the same thing? Not very many, I bet. And for the prosecution to lump them together with grown men who have brutalized and murdered women is far beyond and level of ridiculousness fathomable. Drop the charges immediately, or your going to end up with an entire nation of 14 year-old boys in prison. This is feminism to the extreme, but not a good extreme. I bet even Rosie O’Donnell is appalled by this case.
Filed under: Random Thought
…then you will look for yours on earth.
Just relax. You’re always so tense. You should really think about going to a yoga class with me, it’ll totally help you mellow out.
WTF Mate! Stupid kangaroos! Your YOGA class can eat my kickboxing class’s ass! A swift boot to the head will help you mellow out. Stupid granol eating hippy…She literally walked 8 miles for a bag of granola once.
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They talk about you when you leave the room. They say he’s weird or she’s crazy. They even make fun of their own “friends” when they’re absent. I wonder what they say about me when I leave the room. They say ”we” are weird and our space smells bad. They say it to me. They make fun of the people I like. They probably make fun of me. They remind me of who I was in high school. They remind me of who I never want to be again. One day they won’t like that about themselves.
She’s gorgeous, but self conscious. She’s strong, but weary. She’s successful, but humble. She’s a good role model. I think I will take my cues from her. They all respect her.
He’s a natural born leader. They respect him, but don’t really like him. He gives the orders and they listen. Sometimes they question his command, but ultimately do what they’re told. He walks tall, sits upright, and doesn’t take crap from anyone. He’s not about making people feel comfortable, he’s about making people feel real.
She’s never met anyone that was so polite to her. She has a strong personality that she doesn’t push aside for anyone, except for me. We have nothing in common, but are equals. She respects me because I respect her. I respect her because she put pride aside for me.
He knows it all, but really doesn’t. He wants to impress, but ends up looking silly. I like that about him. He tries, but can’t ever really get it right. One day he will and all the cards will fall into place. For now, he’ll just be that funny, dorky guy that you can’t help but love.
She always tells me she likes what I’m wearing. I want to tell her I like what she’s wearing, but I’m not talking about her clothes. I want to wear one someday, but not right now. Maybe in 7 years, 30 is my ideal age. Girls know what I’m talking about, guys are probably lost.
He’s tall, not-so-dark and handsome. He’s the strong, silent type. Strangers make him uncomfortable. Or maybe it’s just me that makes him uncomfortable. He needs to loosen up. Respond when I say hi to you, it’s rude not to.
Filed under: A Memory
I woke up to a kiss on the forehead. He does that when he doesn’t want to wake me. He doesn’t know that I’ve been awake since he hit snooze the first time. An hour later and he smells like soap and coffee. He whispers “love you” as he closes the door behind him. I grab my phone off the nightstand. I hear the text chime as he’s getting in the car. He already knows what it says. He smiles and saves it for later. It’s my turn. An hour later I smell of soap and coffee. As I open the door to my car. my phone chimes. I already know what it says. I save it for later.
Filed under: Random Thought
…and maybe just a dash of formaldehyde.
It just takes one. One makes it go away. Away goes the pain. Pain of heartache and stress. Stress the good times. Times attatched to smiles. Smiles produce endorphines. Endorphines make you happy. Happy people don’t need it. It just takes one. One makes it go away. Away goes the pain. Pain of heartache and stress. Stress the good times. Times attatched to smiles. Smiles produce endorphines. Endorphines make you happy. Happy people don’t need it. It just takes one. One makes it go away. Away goes the pain. Pain of heartache and stress. Stress the good times. Times attatched to smiles. Smiles produce endorphines. Endorphines make you happy. Happy people don’t need it. It just takes one. One makes it go away. Away goes the pain. Pain of heartache and stress. Stress the good times. Times attatched to smiles. Smiles produce endorphines. Endorphines make you happy. Happy people don’t need it. It just takes one. One makes it go away. Away goes the pain. Pain of heartache and stress. Stress the good times. Times attatched to smiles. Smiles produce endorphines. Endorphines make you happy. Happy people don’t need it. It just takes one. One makes it go away. Away goes the pain. Pain of heartache and stress. Stress the good times. Times attatched to smiles. Smiles produce endorphines. Endorphines make you happy. Happy people don’t need it. It just takes one. One makes it go away. Away goes the pain. Pain of heartache and stress. Stress the good times. Times attatched to smiles. Smiles produce endorphines. Endorphines make you happy. Happy people don’t need it. It just takes one. One makes it go away. Away goes the pain. Pain of heartache and stress. Stress the good times. Times attatched to smiles. Smiles produce endorphines. Endorphines make you happy. Happy people don’t need it.
Filed under: What to do...What to do...
So you thought you could get away with it. You covered all of your bases. They both thought they were the only one. They both found out they weren’t. You could have gotten away with it for a lot longer, but you let them both know where you live. They both showed up after work with a bag of groceries to cook you dinner because you got sick. Sweet. They were both so sweet and so understanding. They were so understanding when you had to work late or made plans for a girl’s night, but were actually hanging out with the other. Now look at you. You’re sick and you have no one to clean up the bags of groceries spilled on the floor, forget about someone to cook the food that was in them. Two days go by. You start to feel better, no more sniffles. One calls. You say you’re sorry, you should have mentioned the other. He wants to have dinner. Hold on, someone’s beeping in on the other line. Two calls. He wants to have dinner. You’re speechless. Two dates, one night. Good excuse: You’re still a little under the weather, you don’t have much of an appetie and eat two light dinners. Let’s do this again next Friday. Let’s do this again next Friday. One night, two dates. I think I might have to work late, I think I made plans for a girl’s night out…
Filed under: Random Thought
Not a second too long. Just a glance and then he shifts his eyes. He looks at everyone else normally. When he’s explaining something, he looks them in the eyes, except for when he’s explaining something to me. You can tell I make him nervous. It’s like a game to me. How uncomfortable can I make you feel without really doing anything at all? How many times do you mention your wife when you talk to me? It’s like you’re reminding me that you have a wife and to keep my distance. Or maybe you’re just reminding yourself why you’re keeping your distance. You have a family, don’t forget that. She’s a lucky woman, you’re a good man. Then there’s the other. The one that wants my attention. The one that I wish had a wife. The one that I try to ignore without being rude. He’s not very charismatic. He doesn’t have a way with words. He’s not in a position of power that attracts me to so many men. He doesn’t wear a nice watch or drive a nice car. He doesn’t impress me. He’s just…he’s just him. Take notes because you might be him too.
