A addicted to celebrity gossip as our culture is I can't help but notice something.
For so few, so seldom does their smile reach their eyes.
So why do they smile?
What are they thinking?
I hope for and dread the possibility that I'll find out.
Will I smile with dead eyes? Will I be caught in that web?
Or am I overstepping by bounds to even consider the prospect?
Only time will tell...
Monday, July 14, 2008
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
I used to want to do this to people
Buzz Aldren= old school test/fighter pilot= brawler
That asshole had it coming. Astronauts used to be bad ass. Not so much anymore.
Sunday, July 6, 2008
Lonely Astronaut
Ok.
The more...no...hmmm...
Let's just say Amanda Palmer's tendency to work astronauts into her music, coupled with some other stuff is really starting to freak me out.
Friday, July 4, 2008
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Hopelessly Hopeless
I am a hopeless romantic.
Old School. The kind where the guy makes the first move and true love is somewhere just around the corner. This has always been the case. You couldn't tell by looking at me the way I refuse to wear anything but over sized guy clothing. I've basically been this way since I started dressing myself when I was three. It probably is a major factor in why at the age of...middle twenties...I have yet to experience that thing most people get their first fling with 10 years earlier. You know that romance thing, where you go out with a dude and are mutually attracted to each other and proceed to turn each other's lives upside down.
It kinda sucks, and it's also has become very very comfortable. Why hope in that dream? Not at this point. Maybe later.
Why this now? Well two reasons.
My three closest friends from childhood and high school are either married or will be by the end of the year.
And
Twilight.
Makes me wish I were a teen again. Except for that whole academy thing and not being 21...
Old School. The kind where the guy makes the first move and true love is somewhere just around the corner. This has always been the case. You couldn't tell by looking at me the way I refuse to wear anything but over sized guy clothing. I've basically been this way since I started dressing myself when I was three. It probably is a major factor in why at the age of...middle twenties...I have yet to experience that thing most people get their first fling with 10 years earlier. You know that romance thing, where you go out with a dude and are mutually attracted to each other and proceed to turn each other's lives upside down.
It kinda sucks, and it's also has become very very comfortable. Why hope in that dream? Not at this point. Maybe later.
Why this now? Well two reasons.
My three closest friends from childhood and high school are either married or will be by the end of the year.
And
Twilight.
Makes me wish I were a teen again. Except for that whole academy thing and not being 21...
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
A Thousand Things
There are a thousand thoughts that are colliding in my mind.
If I ever make head or tails of them, this will be the place they'll probably end up.
For all the 1 person who ever reads this...which I definitely don't mind.
:)
If I ever make head or tails of them, this will be the place they'll probably end up.
For all the 1 person who ever reads this...which I definitely don't mind.
:)
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