"No army can withstand the strength of an idea whose time has come."
thanks for the reminder to remind, Ashokomo!
and thanks for sharing the little hint of encouragement.
So, this is my life.
And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be.
me: this isn't a real holidaydavid: trueme: this is just a marketing ploy designed by the makers of green food coloringdavid: thanks for ridding us of snakes st patrickhow did he rid the island of snakes? some pied piper shit?me: i think he just prayed or somethingi dunnothat's a good thing to wikipedia... hold onme: and i quote:::
Pious legend credits Patrick with banishing snakes from the island, though all evidence suggests that post-glacial Ireland never had snakes; one suggestion is that snakes referred to the serpent symbolism of the Druids of that time and place, as shown for instance on coins minted in Gaul (see Carnutes), or that it could have referred to beliefs such as Pelagianism, symbolized as “serpents”.david: so he got rid of the satanistsme: essentiallydavid: there are still snakes on this muthafuckin plane
me: you always take it too far.
-who else but cass would e-mail to tell me something so precious?
My grandma wants me to bring you to visit her sometime you are around so that she can take us out for an expensive dinner and then come home and drink many bottles of wine. She LOVES gay men. She has a menagerie of her own and loves it that I have the start of one.
It's difficult for you to maintain your sense of playfulness today because a volatile emotional interaction may raise serious issues. You could even doubt your own wisdom now, especially if your current strategy hasn't brought you any closer to happiness. But don't make any drastic changes to your plan. Your perspective will change in the weeks ahead and you might just realize then that everything is on course, whether or not you can see it that way right now.
Today, my cat was in the bathroom with me. I was getting undressed to get into the shower. My cat looked at me after I undressed and then proceeded to throw up all over the rug. FML
Today, I was giving a friend a neck rub, when she started to breathe heavily. So I figured she was getting into it, so I started kissing her neck, she then turns around and says "Tell my room mate I'm having an asthma attack." FML
Today, I drove to Bank of America to deposit money. Upon returning to my car I saw some random new scratches on the front. I proceeded to kick and rub it to try and get rid of it. Then I notice someone in the car staring at me in bewilderment. I'd parked 2 spaces away. We have the same car. FML
Today, I overheard my parents having sex. Trying to be the reasonable person I was, I dismissed it, realizing that sex is just normal. I quickly walked past their room when my cat ran past me into their room, cracking open the door. Now my parents think I was peeping and need therapy. FML
Unlike what went down on your moody My December (that now deserves a revisit and a personal apology from each maligner), your energy level is spiking again, and you prove Simon Cowell correct when he once stated on Good Morning America that your pipes were better than your fellow Idolsters "by a mile" (okay, that was years ago, but still...). (emphasis mine)if you haven't already, go buy All I Ever Wanted.
At the risk of sounding somewhat obnoxious, I am finding this economic crisis rather soothing.
Back in 1999, I was earning a decent salary (about 60k a year) and had good career prospects at a major daily newspaper. Then, pre-millennial angst crept in: Is this all there is to life? So, I cashed in my savings and dropped out. I moved to Paris, I worked with an art project, I wrote a couple of books, I spent time living in Beijing and on the Greek Islands.
My philosophy was that the one thing a person can’t afford in life is regret and this mantra carried me off on adventures I couldn’t have even imagined back when I was slogging away at the newspaper. The doubts and panic started last year. I am worth nothing: no assets and a bank balance that rises into four digits on only the rarest of occasions. I find myself approaching 40, a less romantic age to live hand-to-mouth. And then my girlfriend became pregnant. All of a sudden, I was sneaking longing glances at those who had stayed in the game and had pensions, homes, and the wherewithal to give their children a decent start in life. I became very very nervous.
Now, thanks to the plummeting economy, I realize that I would probably be just as anxious if I had never gone off on my odyssey. If I had stayed at the newspaper, I might be jobless with a rotted-out pension and a house that wasn’t worth its mortgage. Though I am still worried about providing for my child in this dismal economy, I am more confident than ever that I made the right decision when I abandoned my safe career to taste the broader glories of life. Because, as is now so overwhelmingly clear, nothing is ever truly safe.
If this recession serves as anything, hopefully it will be a reminder that you should never compromise your ambitions in favor of the chimera of financial security. If you are inevitably going to end up in the poorhouse, you might as well get there by chasing the wildest of your dreams.
We had a nice salad, paella, and chocolate cake for dessert. He is a nice young man and very, very busy. He is extremely excited about his new flick and new album. Ludacris also really liked the chocolate cake!if you don't already read Martha Stewart's blog, ima tell you one more time that you need to check on it occasionally. just like the big M herself, her blog never ceases to amaze and amuse me. she's quite a character, and she loooooves photographing and sharing every second of her fantastical life.