You.
Can.
Only.
Answer.
With.
One.
Word.
- Where is your cell phone? desk
- Your Partner? big
- Your Hair? brownish
- Your Mother? clueless
- Your Father? awesome
- Your Favored Item? cell
- Your Dream Last Night? none
- Your Favourtie Drink? gatorade
- Your Dream Car? passat
- The Room You are in? cubicle
- Your Ex? boogerhead
- Your Fear? crazies
- What do you want to be in 10 years? alive
- Who did you hang out with last night? tv
- What you are not? optomistic
- The last thing you did? phone
- What are you wearing? red
- Your favourite book?
- The last thing you ate? soup
- Your Life? good
- Your Mood? good
- Your Friends? cool
- What are you thinking about right now? nails
- Your car? subway
- What are you doing at the moment? typing
- Your Summer? nice
- Your Relationship status? good
- What is on your TV? pictures
- When is the last time you laughed? today
- The last time you cried? monday
- School? again
- Last tragedy to happen to you? money
- What are you listening to right now? miles
- Favourite weekend event? relaxing
- Worst pet peeve? lying
- Dream job? dunno
- Your computer? sucks
- Outside your window? buildings
- Beer? stella
- Mexican Food? yummy
- Winter? bain
- Religion? yes
- Vacation? want
- On your bed? pillows
- Love? unbelieveable
- Fall? hurt
...I was going to start my "book" off with these lines below... I figure I needed to be more descriptive ... I will go back to the drawing boards. Maybe this shouldn't be the very first lines but fall in line somewhere at the beginning of my chapter. Notice I put book in parentheses... wanted to make sure that anyone that reads this knows that me actually writing a book is literally... in parentheses. Ha!
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I am not sure what the next words out of my mouth were. I am going to guess that they started with AND? Like, “and what”? Or with the “and” that is followed with, “you said all that to say what?” You see, I am a bit of an ass when it comes to listening to things that don’t move me. Move me you say?…yes, something that makes me want to listen, to be involved, to comment and be a willing participant in the conversation. It’s bad for him though. I think he may have invested his heart into the “little” speech he just spouted off to me.
I need to be more empathetic. I swear I have chanted that day after day and conversation after conversation. Obviously it hasn’t sunk in and here I am… thinking when will I fucking learn that it’s better to keep my mouth shut.
I realize that men have these ignoramus…. Scratch that, I mean enormous egos. If they take the time to think about what they are going to say and present it in a way that is not only descriptive but with emotions and filled with words that you had no clue they even knew how to pronounc. Well, one should listen, lest one bruise ones pride. That one…well, that one who did the bruising would be me. I am the bruiser. Too close to abuser. Argh! When, oh when will I learn?!!
Funny thing is that I actually let him leave without giving him any sort of closure… or promise as to where I stood with his declaration. I know that it is a little late but here I am 4 days later thinking all the things that I should have been thinking when he brought his love to my attention. Don’t get me wrong, I am still not in love with this man but shouldn’t I have said something that said just that?…yet smoothly. Like a put-down smothered in butter. Some words that would have been easy for him to swallow, despite the awkward feel of them in my mouth.
...Tell Me Why...
You say that you don't care... tell me why...
I remember when you made my heart fill with joy
Now you have no interest in anything... that I have to say. I have allowed you to make me feel...
I feel so dumb.
What kind of fool am I?
You so easily... set me aside.
You made a fool of me, tell me why...
You say that you don't care but we made love... tell me why
I smell you in my dreams
...but now when we are face to face, you won't look me in the eyes.
You say don't touch you, I can't touch you no more.
Can't touch you...any....more
Anymore...
You made a fool of me... tell me why.
~ Me' Shell Indege'Ocello
...so I am going through some old emails...wondering why my MINE folder has soo many saved emails in it...why haven't I deleted some of this clutter?
Oooooh...this is why...
I have been thinking about this and thought that emailing you would be the best course of action to get my point across.
Scooby-Dooby-Doo, Where Are You? We got some work to do now. Scooby-Dooby-Doo, Where Are You? We need
some help from you now. Come on Scooby-Doo, I see you... pretending you got a sliver. But you're not fooling me, cause I can see, the way you shake and shiver.
You know we got a mystery to solve, so Scooby Doo be ready for your act.
Don't hold back!
And Scooby Doo if you come through you're gonna have yourself a scooby snack!
That's a fact!
Scooby-Dooby-Doo, here are you. You're ready and you're willin'.
If we can count on you Scooby Doo, I know we'll catch that villian.
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My most favorite cartoon in the whole wide world... well it's parallel to K.im Po.ssible but she doesn't count because she came a good 2 decades after Scooby. He will remain the reigning king of heroric cowardess. Who like me, loved hanging out with his friends, eating and generally trying to to avoid anything that might scare, harm, or over-exert me.
Iwao Takamoto, the animator who created the beloved Scooby-Doo has died. He was 81.
Takamoto also created other famous cartoon dogs such as Astro from “The Jetsons” and Muttley, the mixed-breed that appeared in several Hanna-Barbera animations. He also directed the 1973 feature “Charlotte’s Web.”
A quesiton for you...you who?... Well whoever has stumbled (literally) upon my 11 day old blog. All my old blogging buddies are at another site...and I haven't given them this new blog addy....so I am open to public view and taking no comments. And yet, I have a question to ask... Hmmm, yea, not a lot of sense that makes. Why did that just sound like a Yoda statement?
Question: Do you think that when our bodies produce adrenaline, feelings of attraction to those present and sexual desire often result? For those not in the know, adrenaline produced through any state of heightened arounsal (e.g., fear, excitement, excercise) generates and intensifies passionate feelings. So with that said, can it be said that IF someone were to be playing a video game involved in violence and sex... would the paring of those two stimuli (sexual content and violence) generate enhanced arousal toward viloence and aggression tendencies in sexual encounters?
I ask because my beau (ugh!) just bought W.ii and as fun as that game is...it's an adrenaline builder...especially the boxing and tennis.... so he plays, get's sweaty (he's def not a small dude)...then he's like climbing all over me... dude, first off wipe your ass down...second...geeeeettt ooooofff meeeeeee. It's like after his little playing to win and adrenaline rush...he's done with playing Nin.tend.o and ready for real play...
I know that's a little to heavy to contemplate on a rainy Monday morning. Especially from someone like myself who is listening to the likes of "I'm In Love with a Stripper"... I don't care. Just shows my complexity dammit.
So this morning, NYC is under some sort of "gas" attack. No, not really. yet, everyone is talking about the gas fumes in the air...has reached to Jersey and they shut down NJT to get to the bottom of it. Bloomie says that all is fine, no need to worry as he locks himself in his bunker and city dwellers are dropoping in the streets like flies. Although, to be fair, flies just don't drop in mid-air.....or do they? Just flying and then all of the sudden like a roadrunner cartoon...just stop in mid-air, look into camera (what camera?) and then just drop to the ground with huge X's for eyes.... Yea, that's a ramble for your ass. I am the queen of rambling...so again, if you've stumbled here to Almost Hazardous..... well, this is what you'll get!
You sat down at the table,
you played your first hand and lost
...but you shook it off and said "one more time"
...so you played again and won!...
feeling good about yourself, you deciced to see if luck was on your side again, and she was. You decided to up the stakes and felt good about your skills in gambling... it's like you were on fire because again you won and came out on top. You decided to put a twist in it...trying something new to see if you could make that work for you too.
You had come up so much...had won and it seemed like you were on a streak...you had up'd the ante double what you sat down with! Feeling like..."man, if I can have a little of this over here on the side and still make something more outta this over here...then I come out on top in both areas"
You crapped out. You lost. To get back to where you were good..you know your going to have to put in more of what you were trying to eliminate...some patience, some honesty, and take the time to cultivate what you do have, to make it grow. Energy, money, and promises...all lost on your inability to have control and to see that, you should have appreciated what you had. Realized that what you had originally come up on...was something worth holding onto.
Now your pissed. Pissed because you know you played it all wrong. Hind-sight being 20/20. Your mad at yourself, your mad at the hand you played, and your mad at what you lost........ you've decreased your value!
on The First Lines...