A snippet from a conversation between one of my oldest friends and myself...
Mateo: You'll eventually find whatever it is that you are looking for...hopefully you're looking for something good. And no, I did not steal that from a "Chicken Soup For The Soul". That is a Mateo original.
Me: You better copyright that shit.
Me: Thanks, hon. Patience is a virtue right? More like a virtuous bitch, if you ask me.
If only he weren't gay...actually, no. We'd still have problems because we'd kill each other. We're far too opinionated about each others lives. But at least we'd have no problem talking about our emotions like every other man seems to have. God. Bless. Americka.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Monday, November 8, 2010
Fugly Dress
Ever have dreams that are so real that you wake up still feeling whatever emotion was associated with it?
Situation: I was at my mom's house and I was getting married. It was one of those things where the guy and I were like, "Hey, let's get married today!" and boom. Wedding time. My mom was in charge of getting wedding dresses for me to choose from. And she did. But they were all hideous and no one would listen to me when I stated that fact. So I threw a fit. "I'm going to be ugly on my wedding day!". After pouting like a child I decided to try on a short red and nude striped sequined dress. I came out of my room with an air of defiance with the clearly innapropriate dress on and suddenly people cared what I was wearing. "You can't wear that!", they said. I was at the point of calling the whole thing off when my dream-induced-fiance came in and calmed me down and convinced me to try on the ugly wedding dresses again. I was in the process of trying to pick the least hideous wedding dress when I woke up.
So, you tell me, what the hell does any of that mean? Just to be safe, ya'll better keep an eye out for a wedding announcement from me.
Ha.
Situation: I was at my mom's house and I was getting married. It was one of those things where the guy and I were like, "Hey, let's get married today!" and boom. Wedding time. My mom was in charge of getting wedding dresses for me to choose from. And she did. But they were all hideous and no one would listen to me when I stated that fact. So I threw a fit. "I'm going to be ugly on my wedding day!". After pouting like a child I decided to try on a short red and nude striped sequined dress. I came out of my room with an air of defiance with the clearly innapropriate dress on and suddenly people cared what I was wearing. "You can't wear that!", they said. I was at the point of calling the whole thing off when my dream-induced-fiance came in and calmed me down and convinced me to try on the ugly wedding dresses again. I was in the process of trying to pick the least hideous wedding dress when I woke up.
So, you tell me, what the hell does any of that mean? Just to be safe, ya'll better keep an eye out for a wedding announcement from me.
Ha.
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Fated
"Love's not a choice. It's a disaster."
This is on the cover of the book I am currently reading. Hm. I can't imagine what made me pick it up in the first place. Can you?
This is on the cover of the book I am currently reading. Hm. I can't imagine what made me pick it up in the first place. Can you?
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