Thursday, April 23, 2015

Non-Sequiturs


Hey daddy!


My sexy friend Scott.


Grrrrr.


Hot look.


So damn hot.


Woof.


Beefy.


Very handsome.


Lovely fur.


Love the belly.


Ditto.


Yum.


Sup?


Amazing body.


Yes please.


Gorgeous.


Damn.


Adorable.


Sexy profile.


Nice.


Very nice.

The elections in this country seem to focus only on what dirt someone can find on another candidate, not the actual issues.

It seems some people just have a black cloud always following them overhead.

I never seem to be good enough.

Is Frances Ha the new Manhattan?


I need this shirt.

I would love to be able to spend most of my time reading.

I might have had a little too much fun on Sunday evening.

Sometimes I just want a big piece of chocolate cake for breakfast.

Although they are my last name, I really can't stand beets.

Benedict Cumberbatch was note perfect in The Imitation Game.


This cracked me up.

I don't understand people that are willing to wait for over an hour for breakfast food. It's eggs people.

There is no way I would ever go back to being a teenager again.

Andrew and I cleaned out the "attic" to our place this weekend and got rid of a ton of junk. I don't think that space has ever been this clean before.

When I was an associate I would get probably 3-4 calls a week from recruiters for positions. Now that I am not on partnership track anymore, I never even get a single call.

The new Blur record is pretty amazing. And by the way, no one can do a sad song quite like Blur.


Smashy-Smash.  Love it.

The sheer stupidity of most "Christians" is mind-boggling.

I am now un-friending anyone on FB who sets up a gofundme for some self-absorbed reason. This week, a guy set one up because he wanted to have more leather gear and would send people pics of him in it. There should be a gofuckyou account to counter these ridiculous people.

I don't think I have ever seen an article of Versace clothing that I would buy.

I guess I won't be having any Blue Bell ice cream in the near future.

Listerine was actually sold as a floor cleaner and a cure for gonorrhea.


LOL.

Some people should stop while they are ahead.

Personally, I think all guns should be banned.

There is a striking difference in making rice with your own homemade chicken stock as opposed to store bought.

I like Wednesdays because it means I don't have any weekly meetings scheduled that day.

Just to clear things up, I make love to my husband, with you it is just sex. Don't confuse the two.

There are some bands that I can only take in small doses because their lead singer's voice annoys me too much. Case in point, the band Unknown Mortal Orchestra.


I like some gentle persuasion.

Money is made out of paper, so technically, it does grow on trees.

Even New Orleans has banned smoking in bars, why Atlanta still holds out, I have no idea.

Never date someone that wears more jewelry than you.

I have never listened to the song "Uptown Funk."

Have you ever worked for someone that never really gave you any critiques of your work, either good or bad, and continued over a fairly lengthy bit of time to give you more work, and then when review time came around gave you a poor review? I have worked for two people like that before. I fear that this may happen again with one project I am working on. Sigh.

It is odd to me that I can sometimes go an entire day at the office and not speak to another person.


Your cute for the day.

Lyrics Rattling Around My Brain

"Are we to speak, first day of the week
Stumbling words at the bar
Beauty blue eyes, my order of fries
Long island kindness and wine
Beloved of John, I get it all wrong
I read you for some kind of poem
Covered in lines, the fossils I find
Have they no life of their own?

So can we pretend sweetly
Before the mystery ends?
I am a man with a heart that offends
With its lonely and greedy demands
There’s only a shadow of me in a manner of speaking I'm dead

Such a waste, your beautiful face
Stumbling carpet arise
Go follow your gem, your white feathered friend
Icarus, point to the sun
If history speaks of two baby teeth
I’m painting the hills blue and red
They said beware, Lord hear my prayer
I’ve wasted my throes on your head

So can we be friends, sweetly
Before the mystery ends?
I love you more than the world can contain
In its lonely and ramshackle head
There’s only a shadow of me in a manner of speaking I'm dead

I’m holding my breath
My tongue on your chest
What can be said of my heart?
If history speaks, the kiss on my cheek
Where there remains but a mark
Beloved my John, so I’ll carry on
Counting my cards down to one
And when I am dead, come visit my bed
My fossil is bright in the sun

So can we contend, peacefully
Before my history ends?
Jesus I need you, be near me, come shield me
From fossils that fall on my head
There’s only a shadow of me in a manner of speaking I'm dead."

Sufjan Stevens
"John My Beloved"

"Always not too rude, exaggerated fights
Hard to defy
Go away like you always do, your entire life
Is saying bye

Fool in the night
Wake in the night
Oh let me go, old dinosaur
From the right to the wrong settle

For such a long time I didn't know if I'd find you
Say stop, made up, lying on the bathroom floor
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah

Haunted all this time, don't know how to fly
We know you're there
Flashlight as your guide, sticky from your dye
Unfurling hair

Fool in the night
Stay in the night
Oh let me go, old dinosaur
From the right to the wrong settle, settle
Cover me with your long feathers
When I die
Circle me in your long feathers

So alike, though our wolves died
Talk about it every day
Don't want to say no more
Now, cause we ain't gonna lie to you
We're writing cursive too
Our signs, our water slides

For such a long time I didn't know if I'd find you
Lying on the bathroom floor."

Mew
"Water Slides"

Appealing Things

Fun weekends
The trailer for The Little Prince
Mew
Torres
When all the partners are away on a retreat
Beach Bear Weekend
Gilead Co-Pay Assistance

Annoying Things

Carpet in bathrooms
People in restaurants that talk loudly and never shut up
The on-hold music for my firm's conference call line

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