Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Today just sucked.
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
newest addition.
Well, we got another kitten. You may be wondering why, and all I can say is swallow me.
Their eyes are always blue when they're young, but turn yellow as they age. I have no clue why that is.
Their eyes are always blue when they're young, but turn yellow as they age. I have no clue why that is.
Monday, May 21, 2007
dilemma.
what would hurt more?: to be called unattractive, or boring? I guess it depends primarily on who's saying it. I think being told the former would hurt more by someone you've just met, but the latter being far more effective from a close friend.
Monday, May 14, 2007
it's not you, it's me.
Ah the good ol' "it's not you, it's me" routine never seems to fade away. I like how people--mainly women--consistently use that disparaging line to get out of sticky situations. Sure it's really you and not me, but that isn't sufficient reason to tell the truth. I love the Seinfeld references that go along with it. Infact, I love the pertinent life issues that Seinfeld always emphasizes.
Just the other day Manu was telling me how this girl gave him the "it's not you, it's me" line in how she wasn't ready for a relationship. A few days later, she tells him that she likes this other guy and wants advice on how to approach him. Naturally, he was crushed; naturally, I laughed at him--repeatedly. Now, being avid Seinfeld junkies, and me knowing Manu, we both knew it was really him and not her. And her subsequent antics only further solidified that notion. Hey, I've suffered its wrath, amidst many other things, as have others. Its prevalence in contemporary society is astounding.
I believe the truth hurts. Not just in receiving, but giving, as well. I am no Machiavellian opportunist; contrary to what some might think, I don't revel in the misery of others. Sometimes the truth needs to be said, and said vehemently. But I suppose if you conjure up a lie to tell the truth, it might be best. Perhaps telling a lie to explain a point that is predicated on the truth would be optimal.
I just finished watching Annie Hall, and it is a brilliant piece of film-making. Perhaps I would appreciate it more in about 15 years or so, when I am involved in a dysfunctional marriage with some whore who complained incessantly about mindless shit.
I need some weed.
Just the other day Manu was telling me how this girl gave him the "it's not you, it's me" line in how she wasn't ready for a relationship. A few days later, she tells him that she likes this other guy and wants advice on how to approach him. Naturally, he was crushed; naturally, I laughed at him--repeatedly. Now, being avid Seinfeld junkies, and me knowing Manu, we both knew it was really him and not her. And her subsequent antics only further solidified that notion. Hey, I've suffered its wrath, amidst many other things, as have others. Its prevalence in contemporary society is astounding.
I believe the truth hurts. Not just in receiving, but giving, as well. I am no Machiavellian opportunist; contrary to what some might think, I don't revel in the misery of others. Sometimes the truth needs to be said, and said vehemently. But I suppose if you conjure up a lie to tell the truth, it might be best. Perhaps telling a lie to explain a point that is predicated on the truth would be optimal.
I just finished watching Annie Hall, and it is a brilliant piece of film-making. Perhaps I would appreciate it more in about 15 years or so, when I am involved in a dysfunctional marriage with some whore who complained incessantly about mindless shit.
I need some weed.
