Monday, December 13, 2010
Monday, We Need To Talk
Look, I get it. I really do. It's gotta be tough being the poor bastard left over after the weekend, showing up after the party's over. But it doesn't have to be that way. You don't have that grumpy a-hole all the time. You could be the epic champ that marks the beginning of a promising week. You could be the heaven-sent after-party mountain of pancakes and bacon at the 24-hour-diner. What do you say??
Friday, November 26, 2010
Friday, October 22, 2010
If I read one more motivational blurb, my lunch is going to projectile right out of my stomach
Wait, you mean I should set specific goals in life so I don't wander around aimlessly trying to get to a place I haven't figured out yet? And I should try to keep good company in order to increase my chances of happiness? Really?? Oh praise the almighty heavens, I was lost, but because of you, now I am found.
Honestly people, find something more interesting to do with your blogs/facebook/twitter/other social networking mediums. If you're going to share, maybe try something that won't make my braincells want to commit suicide? Sorry if this burns a little, I'm bored with candy-coating. Besides, take it as a favor. It's a big world out there, with lots of people, ideas and new shit all around. I bet if you just try, you can find something worth sharing because it makes you quake with laughter, gasp a little, it flares up your appetite, it makes you furious, you know...whatever floats your boat as long as it doesn't sink mine (I hope I'm speaking for more than myself here). But don't waste your time and the collectives' giving dime a dozen advice. Believe it or not, most people can figure out how to be happy, whether they act on it or not is more a matter of character, resources and some ratio of nature/nurture. Save the motivational speech for a friend when they need a little push, it'll be an effort better spent.
Honestly people, find something more interesting to do with your blogs/facebook/twitter/other social networking mediums. If you're going to share, maybe try something that won't make my braincells want to commit suicide? Sorry if this burns a little, I'm bored with candy-coating. Besides, take it as a favor. It's a big world out there, with lots of people, ideas and new shit all around. I bet if you just try, you can find something worth sharing because it makes you quake with laughter, gasp a little, it flares up your appetite, it makes you furious, you know...whatever floats your boat as long as it doesn't sink mine (I hope I'm speaking for more than myself here). But don't waste your time and the collectives' giving dime a dozen advice. Believe it or not, most people can figure out how to be happy, whether they act on it or not is more a matter of character, resources and some ratio of nature/nurture. Save the motivational speech for a friend when they need a little push, it'll be an effort better spent.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
La Belle Epoque
"Now you've had a taste of youth. It's never satisfying but you'll always want to go back for more"
Friday, February 5, 2010
I will never settle for anything less than a man who can tango.
I presume there will be many affairs of sorts, but none shall get a grip on this one without a delirious command of dance.
For those who think there is something to be found in encapsulated stimulants, well, perhaps they're onto something, but nothing that begins to skim the intensity of what I have seen. There is nothing more guilty than watching a pair where you cannot find the dividing lines. There are no self-conscious or lousy lovers among dancers. And yet, there is so much people don't understand about it. I find it most amusing when a man thinks that dance is not "fitting" for him because it isn't masculine enough. Darling, have you taken a close look? What could be more alluring than a man who has conquered rhythm and gravity, who can lead a woman with complete synchronization? Before people had the liberties of pre-marital encounters, they danced. And you cannot take my or anyone else's word for it, you have to feel it. You have to get lost in that trance free from the limits of space and time and discover that once every couple centuries, humans get something right.
For those who think there is something to be found in encapsulated stimulants, well, perhaps they're onto something, but nothing that begins to skim the intensity of what I have seen. There is nothing more guilty than watching a pair where you cannot find the dividing lines. There are no self-conscious or lousy lovers among dancers. And yet, there is so much people don't understand about it. I find it most amusing when a man thinks that dance is not "fitting" for him because it isn't masculine enough. Darling, have you taken a close look? What could be more alluring than a man who has conquered rhythm and gravity, who can lead a woman with complete synchronization? Before people had the liberties of pre-marital encounters, they danced. And you cannot take my or anyone else's word for it, you have to feel it. You have to get lost in that trance free from the limits of space and time and discover that once every couple centuries, humans get something right.
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