Non-Sequiturs

Hey there hot redneck boy.

Sexy couple.

Handsome daddy.

Beefy boy.

Half-clothed fur.

Nice body.

Not an ounce of fat on him.

So cute.

So hot.

Lick.

Adorable.

Stunning eyes.

Grrrr.

Beef is for dinner.

Bull daddy.

Woof.

Ditto.

I'd choose any of these three.

So handsome.

Getting your wills done with your partner is a very sobering experience.

It's beginning to look like I need to update my resume.

Just so you know, unless you are my partner Andrew, my life does not revolve around you.

The blog is starting to consistently get 500 hits a day, which is when they say to start monetizing the site. Hmmmmm, decisions decisions.

Yep.

Sketch seeks its own level.

Candy corn has to be the most disgusting of all candies.

I shall not be had for the price of a salted peanut!

In my opinion, it is supremely poor customer service if you do not return my call within 24 hours.

I get tired of explaining to people why Atlanta holds its Pride in October.

Of course it does.

If it looks like small woodland creatures could live in your beard, it might be a little too large.

Does the world truly need a collaboration between Paul Banks and RZA?

Afternoons at work always drag.

We had a really fun Pride weekend here in Atlanta. Our friends Brian and Dennis came in from Dallas and had a blast with them. The weather was perfect and everyone just seemed to be a good mood. The parties were all fun, and we closed it out in style by hitting Jungle and Xion. It was so crowded at Jungle it felt like the Real Bad party at Folsom.

We understand that couples have their own relationship rules, however, if you don't tell us what those rules are, we have no idea if we are breaking them.

I need this.

I hate writing cover letters.

If we "dated" over 20 years ago and you are still harboring ill will because I broke up with you, you need to seek some serious therapy.

Spandex and lycra are not every ones' friend.

Why on earth would you ever want to try a drug that could make your skin and body parts fall off?

It's been one of those weeks where attempting to be social is like trying to move a mountain.

Sometimes.

I know it is weird, but if I say "I'm ok," I am generally not.

Relationships are not competitions.

I find it interesting when people tell you that they can't wait to see you and hang out with you when they come into town (or if you are both visiting the same city/function) then you barely see them. And when you do, it is a very cursory meeting.

I really don't think a mini-skirt is appropriate business attire, and especially when the person wearing it is over the age of 50.

This cracks me up.

I have this irrational dislike for someone that has absolutely no concrete basis. He is perfectly nice and pleasant, but for some reason everything he says and does irritates me to no end.

My financial planner is about to get the ax. I have left three messages with no response which is incredible.

I can't sleep on my side.

Is Eminem even remotely relevant anymore?

Yes, indeed.

Sorry, it really isn't "everything."

There is nothing sexier than a hot guy blushing when you compliment them.

It is poor marketing and advertising if I don't hear about a concert until the day of the show.

I am so thankful I did not have to grow up in an era of all this social media, where everything you do and say can be broadcast worldwide in an instant.

Your cute of the day.

Lyrics Rattling Around My Brain

"The drink you spilt all over me
'Lover's Spit' left on repeat
My mom and dad let me stay home
It drives you crazy, getting old

We can talk it so good
We can make it so divine
We can talk it good
How you wish it would be all the time

The drink you spilt all over me
'Lover's Spit' left on repeat
My mom and dad let me stay home
It drives you crazy, getting old

The drink you spilt all over me
'Lover's Spit' left on repeat
My mom and dad let me stay home
It drives you crazy, getting old

This dream isn't feeling sweet
We're reeling through the midnight streets
And I've never felt more alone
It feels so scary, getting old

We can talk it so good
We can make it so divine
We can talk it good
How you wish it would be all the time

This dream isn't feeling sweet
We're reeling through the midnight streets
And I've never felt more alone
It feels so scary, getting old

This dream isn't feeling sweet
We're reeling through the midnight streets
And I've never felt more alone
It feels so scary, getting old

I want 'em back (I want 'em back)
The minds we had (the minds we had)
How all the thoughts (how all the thoughts)
Moved 'round our heads (moved 'round our heads)
I want 'em back (I want 'em back)
The minds we had (the minds we had)
It's not enough to feel the lack
I want 'em back, I want 'em back, I want 'em

You're the only friend I need
Sharing beds like little kids
Laughing 'til our ribs get tough
But that will never be enough

You're the only friend I need
Sharing beds like little kids
Laughing 'til our ribs get tough
But that will never be enough."

Lorde
"Ribs"

"I knew you were
You were gonna come to me
And here you are
But you better choose carefully
‘Cause I’m capable of anything
Of anything and everything

Make me your Aphrodite
Make me your one and only
Don’t make me your enemy, your enemy, your enemy

So you wanna play with magic
Boy, you should know whatcha falling for
Baby do you dare to do this
Cause I’m coming atcha like a dark horse
Are you ready for, ready for
A perfect storm, perfect storm
Cause once you’re mine, once you’re mine
There’s no going back

Mark my words
This love will make you levitate
Like a bird
Like a bird without a cage
But down to earth
If you choose to walk away, don’t walk away

It’s in the palm of your hand now baby
It’s a yes or no, no maybe
So just be sure before you give it up to me
Up to me, give it up to me."

Katy Perry
"Dark Horse"

"What do we do now?
We lost it to trying
We lost it to trying
What do we do now?
We lost it to trying
We lost it to trying

What can we say now?
Now to remind
Now to remind?
What can we say now?
Now to remind
Now to remind?

Give in and get out
Be wise in the dying
Be wise in the dying
Give in and get out
Be wise in the dying
Be wise in the dying."

Son Lux
"We Lost It To Trying"

"Show me back to the path,
Where the ground has split in half,
Like the claws of a cloven hoof.
Where the shelves have shifted fast,
Raising highways for the lost
Explorers, searching for truth.

Fault lines disappear
Now the hanging wall is here,
Imposing it's varved clay beak.
A wishbone pulled apart
By a child in the dark,
Who's hoping for the larger tusk.

Take my hand, lead me south,
To the maw, that gaping mouth
From where the dumb mud drips.
These dreams may be too late
But return me to the wake
And into the stream, I'll slip.

But greed for greener grass
Lures me cruelly to the past,
Like a siren calling from the rock.
Left stranded in a vale,
It's lonely in the shade
That wicked memory makes.

So come find me, in a yellow wood.
I'll be waiting, in a yellow wood.
You and I, in a yellow wood.
All alone, in a yellow wood.

(If you ride to the right, you will lose you head)
(If you ride to the left, you will lose your horse)."

Esben and the Witch
"Yellow Wood"

Appealing Things

American Horror Story: Coven
SZA
Oxo
Pimento cheese
Rome
Vanilla ice cream and Hershey's chocolate syrup
Taking a break

Annoying Things

Work uncertainty
People who complain just to complain
Feeling sore after a break from the gym
Colds that won't go away