Non-Sequiturs

Damn.

Thanks to my friend Jerry for the pic.  Muscle cub hotness.

Yes, please.

So hot.

Likewise.

Grrrr.

That is one big ole bull.

Mounds of fur.

Adorable.

Want.

Sexy bathroom shot.

Hot gym locker shot.

Too darn cute.

Woof.

Sexiness in repose.

I can't.

Sultry.

Yes.

Hell Yes.

Words. Fail. Me.

Love the look.

Wish I had his build.

Perfect.

Grunt.

So cute.

Damn hot Daddy.

Ginger chest.

You can call it playing the game, thrill of the hunt, thrill of the chase, whatever. It is boring.

Getting a tattoo hurts. No way around it.

BTW, Andrew is not my "Daddy" or "Sir" or "Master" or any other title to me, and the same goes for me to him. We do not have assigned roles in each other's lives. We truly are equal partners in everything.

I wish Daft Punk would just go away.

The best thing about Tumblr is that if someone has sent a nude pic of themselves to someone else it is 99% probable that it will end up coming up in your feed.

Me to Andrew every morning.

Monday hangovers suck.

No idea why everyone is obsessed with whether or not I smile in a picture. I don't smile in pictures. Get over it.

While I work out usually 5-6 days a week, I cannot say I enjoy it all that much. I do enjoy the results though.

Now comes that lovely one week into a tattoo where the scabs start to fall off and it itches like crazy.

Yes.

I cannot spell the word sensitive correctly the first time I try and spell it.

I love how someone keeps charging my account at work to the Dining Room. Almost every month there are at least 1 or 2 charges. Amazing.

I don't understand all the hoopla over the band Parquet Courts.

There was a guy at dinner the other night that had a piercing that went from a spot on the far right beneath is lower lip, presumably going all the way across the inside of his lip, all the way to the other side of his lower lip. Aside from the logistics of having said piercing, I was curious as to the job limitations it posed. I have no judgment against the piercing itself, it only seemed to me to be a bit awkward.

Always.

I might give you, on a good day, that the best Cocteau Twins album might be considered almost as good as The Cure's Disintegration, however, if your choice is Milk & Kisses, you sir are a fool.

I don't get on my pissy high horse when you tell me you have a monogamous relationship, so you can kindly get off yours when I tell you mine is open.

Don't you hate when you see a funny post on FB and go to like it or share it and you see it's from someone you don't really care for all that much, and you don't even click the "like" button?


Lyrics Rattling Around My Brain

"It starts right now, there's a way I was before
But I can't recall how I was those days anymore
I'm learning how to be here and nowhere else
To focus on what I can do myself

I'm not telling you all I'm going through
I feel fine

Leave it all to memory of
What we did when were young and
Now you could just leave me on my own
Oh, moving towards a new idea
You're not what I really needed
Now you could just leave me on my own

But I'm not, I'm not you
You're a part of me, you're a part of me

It's over now, there's a way I was before
But I can't recall how I was those days anymore
I'm learning how to be here and nowhere else
How to focus on what I can do myself

I'm not telling you all I'm going through
I feel fine

Leave it all to memory of
What we did when were young and
Now you could just leave me on my own
Oh, moving toward a new idea
You're not what I really needed
You could just leave me on my own

But I'm not, I'm not you
You're a part of me, you're a part of me."

Cloud Nothings
"I'm Not A Part Of Me"

"She looks like the moon
She says, "it's your eyes"
She sees everything
She knows me too well

She looks like the day
She says, "it's the light"
Something in the way
She says, "goodbye"

And she looks like the moon
So close and yet, so far
She says everything
She knows me too well

And I can call you, "friend"
And I can be the world
Silent chatter held
I won't be around

And I can be a friend
But I won't be around
Silent chatter, bound
Just don't push me out

She looks like the moon
She says, "it's your eyes"
She says everything
She knows me too well

And I can call you, "friend"
But I won't be around
Silent chatter, bound
Just don't push me out...

We don't have to speak tonight
Just don't say, "goodbye"

Making a home in my body
Letting it grow in my body
Taking these chains from my body
Letting it go from my body
Letting it go from me body
Taking these chains from my body
Is harder than you know

She looks like the moon
She says, "it's your eyes"
She says everything
She knows me too well

And she looks like the day
She says, "it's the light"
Something in the way
She says, "goodbye"

Just don't say goodbye
I can be the world, tonight..."

Future Islands
"Like The Moon"

Appealing Things

Getting to like someone you didn't think you would like
Dinner with former friends to catch up
Running into my law school wife after a long absence
The How I Met Your Mother finale; I thought it was poignant

Annoying Things

Any dealing with medical insurance
How I Met Your Mother ending for good
My iPhone battery life
Pointless interviews