Thursday, August 29, 2013

Non-Sequiturs


Damn that is a beautiful belly.


Sexy daddy.


Lovely chest.


Grrrr.


Damn, he's bigger than that horse.


Love the downturned nip.


Boing.


Yeah, I just saunter around the gym with a huge amount of weight on my back.


Slyly sexy.


Damn.


Amazing back.


So cute.


Bubba bear.


Drool.


Stretch.


Adorable.


Sexy belly.


Grrrr.


Yum.


Another sexy belly.


Delicious.


Pull those shorts down just a little bit more.


UNF.


Stretch it out sexy.



Wow, that chest.


Those eyes.


Beautiful.


Damn.

I hate listening to a wonderful remix of a song then go to hear the original song and find it's shit.

If someone makes a point of telling you what a good person they are and how honest they are, most of the time they are going to turn out to be neither.

Google it people, I am not your personal information center.


I'd have to agree with that.

Another underrated record is Smashing Pumpkin's Adore.

I can't say I have ever heard a Biffy Clyro song before.

So, Miley Cyrus acted like a hootchie mama at the VMAs. I am so shocked. She is not stupid, she knows exactly what she is doing. She has one of the top singles on iTunes, everyone is talking about her, she is a meme-maker's dream, she comes up in Google if you type in "twerk." She is kind of brilliant actually.

To each his own, but to me, there is nothing sexy about feet.


Yes.

I forgot how brutal 14+ hour work days can be.

Happiness is finally parking in the premier princess parking spot at work.

My partner Andrew's alter ego is called JoJo Snow. You never ever ever want to mess with JoJo Snow.

While it was a funny bit for awhile, I am glad to have ridden myself of having an office nemesis. Sometimes all it takes is just a friendly conversation to make things better. Although it is not likely we will be best friends or anything, it is nice to at least get a friendly hello in the morning.

Until about 5 years ago, I religiously watched professional tennis and couldn't wait for all the major tournaments. Sad to say that I barely watch anymore. In fact, I completely forgot about the US Open being on.


Hee hee.

It is impossible to pick a favorite song or album.

When it comes to finances, I have found that trusting my initial gut instinct is the best way to handle things.

Lush were completely underrated as a band.

I hate car dealers. The entire process is a game to them to see how much they can bilk you out of your money.


This always cracks me up.

Anime porn is weird in its own right, but even weirder when the characters are animals.

You were hot, until I saw the fanny pack.

America just needs to stay out of the Middle East.

I don't think it is necessarily contradictory to pray when you don't believe in a god.


Baby marmoset.  Your cute of the day.

Lyrics Rattling Around My Brain

"Midstep, I changed
Heartburn and chest pains
I've moved, but no sound
We gave up our ground
Called it too late now
We're moving off
Cards have been laid down
We're moving

And I try to hold back
The hundreds of things I have wanted to ask
And I want it so bad so bad so bad
Yeah I want it so bad
When you say my name, the way you stare
You play these games, it's truth or dare
And I want it so bad so bad so bad
Yeah I want it so bad

Chin up, chest out
Feet set, and no doubts
You came and you went
Our time was so ill spent."

BASECAMP
"Emmanuel"

"I am just a copy of a copy of a copy
Everything I say has come before
Assembled into something into something into something
I don't know for certain anymore

I am just a shadow of a shadow of a shadow
Always trying to catch up with myself
I am just an echo of an echo of an echo
Listening to someone's cry for help

Look what you had to start
Why all the change of heart?
Well you need to play your part
A copy of a copy of a
Now look what you've gone and done
Well that doesn't sound like fun
See I'm not the only one
A copy of a copy of a

I am little pieces
Pieces that were picked up on the way
Imprinted with a purpose
A purpose that's become quite clear today

Look what you had to start
Why all the change of heart?
Well you need to play your part
A copy of a copy of a
Look what you've gone and done
Well that doesn't sound like fun
See I'm not the only one
A copy of a copy of a

I am just a finger on a trigger on a finger
Doing everything I'm told to do
Always my intention my intention your intention
Just doing everything you tell me to

Look what you had to start
Why all the change of heart?
Well you need to play your part
A copy of a copy of a
Now look what you've gone and done
Well that doesn't sound like fun
See I'm not the only one
A copy of a copy of a."

Nine Inch Nails
"Copy Of A"

"I can feel the walls closing in
and I don’t want to talk anymore
wish I could quietly slip away
and leave you here with no void
the only reason I stay is to care for you
everything else in me has atrophied
and I am cold and painless now
I want to live but I feel nothing
when can I die, when can I go
when will I be free, when will I know
when can I run – my legs are bound
when can I go, when can I go
was born a blackened seed in the wild
and Inever was a child
I was pulled right out of the sea
and the salt – it never left my body
someone opened me up while I was sleeping
and filled my body right up with sand
I carry a heaviness like a mountain
it forces me to remain
alive and ugly, alive and ugly
alive and ugly, alive and ugly
when can I die, when can i go
when will I be free, when will I know
when can I run, my legs are bound
can I leave here, knowing you’ll be strong without me
they’ll clap when you die
they’ll love you when you’re dead
and they’ll understand
and you’ll be forgiven then."

Chelsea Wolfe
"They'll Clap When You're Gone"

Appealing Things

Tuna tartar
Twisted Dee at Xion
BASECAMP
The early start of a long weekend
Getting things done
Breaking Bad
Pasty Clines at Cowtippers

Annoying Things

DJs who put long stretches of beatless buildups in their sets
People with messy bathrooms or kitchens...hell, people with messy houses
Cuts on your hands, especially your thumbs
Car dealers trying to work against you

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