Realist vs Romantic

I think love is accepting ... Some people say that is called "settling" ...


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kid shizz

When I was a kid we used to play hide and seek at the middle school across the street ... In the fields of dead grass, dirt patches and dandelions ... i would play for hours and hours on end ... this of course was before i had any concept of time or responsibility ... I remember coming home to drink a glass of watermelon kool aid and having to stop to take a rock out of my shoe along with a number of cat tails stuck in my socks ... Mom would let us stay out until dusk ... And I remember the excitement me and a few other kids felt when we seen the moon in the sky with it still day light out ... this somehow was us cheating moms rules cause technically it was night time if the moon was out ... we lived in a group of apartments ... blue collar families ... groups of kids ... along the back there used to be a storm creek ... I remember walking down "creek road" as the baby frogs were just starting to learn how you jump ... and the dirt road was littered with smashed frog guts, far too many to avoid stepping on underfoot .. along the creek road was an old abandoned house ... built in the style of old plantation but at that time i was too young to know what that was or even cared for that matter ... all i remember was that old house was a place of mystery ... another world ... one that a young boys imagination would carry him toward infinity and back ... there i would lay flat on my back looking toward the sky and clouds ... there it was just me, my thoughts, the smell of honeysuckle in my nose and the taste of apple now or laters ... there in the high grass while the willow trees stood guard on my daydreams ...

Christmas(A Time For Giving)

So yes this may seem childish ... but I just had to ... so today I was checking out the old app store and I came across this lovely app for my lovely iPhone ... many of you don't know of my love affair with my iPhone ... I even have a name for her ... of course I must keep that discreet ... but back to the app ... BlogPress! total on the go posting ... In my excitement i quickly downloaded it to my phone and like a kid at christmas ... i'm downstairs in a sea of wrapping paper opening ALL the presents including my brother's ... and then I realize ... oh crap what now? ... hmmm ... well its christmas time again folks ... where would I use such a thing ... will the sudden urge to blog hit me like a case of IBS? ... will something happen to me in public that will force me to stop what I am doing, jot it down and post the event? will I walk around like the blog police (iPhone holster and all) ... lurking, waiting for the blog worthy moment? will my blog turn into Twitter???????  ... well i don't think ill be posting like twitter here any time soon, but the app sure is cool ... so let this post be a warning to you all ... I am out there among you ... and yes now I have BlogPress ...


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down with the red pen

I really hate using sentences, and real punctuation. It actually reminds me of high school. I hated high school. I was the consummate slacker. No really, I would take pride in doing the minimal amount of homework but would always ace the test. Most of my teachers hated me for that, and I am sure they secretly were thinking they were going to catch me cheating. I'm sure they all had daydreams about catching me in the act and marching me down to the Dean's office in shame. I never did cheat though. My English teacher, which i loathed, was the bane of my senior year. Required class, No style, No fun, basically everything that was anti-cool. Imagine my favorite subject being taught by an old, set in her ways, teacher on the brink of retirement. Yes it was not fun. I dropped out of college but not before taking a few English classes. That ingrained in me a love for reading poetry at least. It wasn't until a brutal break up and the inspiration of a friends blog back in 2000 something that I began to write my own blog. It has evolved into what it is today. There are no accidents here. I write it in the fashion I think it. In my head there are no sentences or punctuation marks! So because of that my blog is just one huge stream of thoughts strung together by the ellipse (...). So I just felt i should share that. Plus its the easy way out of posting something right about now. I have severe writers block.

it's just me

maybe its just me but i really get tired of some on my friends complaining about the same shit ... most times i am that guy to lend a sympathetic ear or shoulder to cry on ... there are few times where i am even asked to give advice which i rarely do ... but since i am ALWAYS right, i try to help my close peeps out when they ask ... i just wish at those times i would just email myself the day i give my words of wisdom ... paying close attention to details ... i would list the situation and advice given ... i would also make sure to include my predicted outcome if my advice was not followed ... then send it to myself ... that way when the shit hits the fan and someone comes grovelling back to me talking about how they didn't follow the advice, i would just tell them to save it and send them the email with the date and the label as I TOLD YOU SO!!! hahaha!!!! i wish that sometimes really i do ... but i would never trample on a friend like that ... still ... i should do the email thing anyway so that i would have written proof to myself at least that i am ALWAYS right ...

thoughts

... when i was young i used to keep m&ms in my mouth till all the color was gone and they turned to some kind of grayish hue ... now i just chew on them ...

Just A Thought

Being with someone forever is not just staying with someone ... It's also not leaving ...

sent from my iphone

irony

she broke up with me on thanksgiving day ...

i wasn't thankful till spring time

a thought

no one believes in romantic persistence anymore ... now a days its called stalking ...