this video comes courtesy of one of my colleagues blogs: http://ajdbwyr.blogspot.com/
überpowerful stuff.
this video comes courtesy of one of my colleagues blogs: http://ajdbwyr.blogspot.com/
überpowerful stuff.
lightning is one of nature’s number one killers. remember…if you can hear thunder…you are close enough to be struck by lightning. move to safe shelter immediately.
sometimes i wonder what it’d be like.
The most attractive thing to me, is PASSION.
When a guy is passionate about something, whether it is music, sports, art, writing, whatever. When he talks about something and his eyes light up and he gets all excited and intense…that’s passion.
i NEVER saw that in your eyes.
how liberating this is–
this feeling of freedom
of cutting ties and
breaking old habits
i needed this
but i don’t need you
to bring oxygen to my lungs
and blood to my heart anymore
for all the times i lied and cried
and tried to end this in my head:
now i’m being honest.
it’s finally over.
Personality Test.
http://www.ipersonic.com/test.html
Laid-back Doer (LD)
Laid-back Doers are friendly, happy persons. They enjoy being together with other people. Smart, eloquent, witty and charming, they like to be the centre of attraction. They do not like to be alone. Their zest for life ensures that others feel well in their company and that they quickly get to know people. Laid-back Doers get the best out of every moment - many people of this type have a gift for making their whole life one big party. Boredom is unknown in their presence because they are very good at carrying others away with their enthusiasm, their good mood and their optimism.
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Last night, I felt electricity
when lips touched lips
and skin touched skin.
It was the kind of surge
that makes your stomach turn somersaults.
Your brain goes numb for an instant.
The voltage in that exchange was enough
to make anyone believe that love exists
in the most unlikely of places.
“i’m loving your shirt. it covers….things….” –barista at starbucks, 51st street between madison and park.
i’ve made a habit out of spending too much time in the non-fiction section of my local public library.
A friend and I were walking to work this morning, chatting away, when some bum on 45th wheeled his little cart into her, looked her dead in the eyes, and meowed like a cat.
i have never felt more alone than i do right now.
i thought the whole point of this blogging thing was to write myself to a better state of mind.
clearly it is not working.
this is getting over you…but not entirely.
i suppose i don’t have enough experience with relationships to know what it means to be “just friends”
i always just assumed that you no longer go on dates, get naked…things like that.
the whole point of being FRIENDS is that you’re still there for each other…just not sexually.
apparently this is not the case.
i am never going to feel better.