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Sweet Baby Jebus.
Bartender belly.
Beautiful eyes.
Beefy bear.
Not sure which one I would pick; I guess all of them will do.
Damn.
Silver Daddy.
Drool.
Yum.
Whatcha looking for?
Woof.
Sexy kiss.
Grrrrr.
Wow.
Love his build.
UNF.
Yes, please.
Awwww.
Nice gutters.
Stunning.
Cute cub.
Love all the fur.
Sigh.
Bear belly.
Ditto.
Amazing body.
Beautiful build.
Furry beasts.
Gorgeous sexy daddy.
I'd rub that belly for days.
Love his hair, hope he wins.
Woof and stuff.
Damn, damn, damn.
Perfect belly.
I would do anything he wanted me to.
I am still trying to get my head around the abominable Charlie Hebdo murders that took place in Paris. George Packer of The New Yorker wrote a stunning piece on the situation, one that pretty much sums up everything succinctly and elegantly. You can read it here. "The cartoonists died for an idea. The killers are soldiers in a war against freedom of thought and speech, against tolerance, pluralism, and the right to offend—against everything decent in a democratic society. So we must all try to be Charlie, not just today but every day."
This is my view of religion: If your religion helps you get through this life, great. Just keep it to your fucking self.
Post-holiday depression is always such a thrill.
The movie No Country For Old Men is about as perfect a film as there can be. Brilliant writing, directing, and acting propel the movie to classic status. The final monologue from Tommy Lee Jones is a master class in acting. It's a simple scene with a powerful punch to the gut.
I detest cheap sentiment.
I do love having 21k+ songs on my iPod and putting it on shuffle. You can get some really odd transitions.
The latest version of Microsoft Word is completely user unfriendly. It used to be so much simpler to use.
Ice cream is still pretty damn good even when it is freezing outside.
Looking at the music I listened to last year it was definitely the year of the bedroom producer. Hardly any guitar bands made it through. Hopefully, 2015 will find a better balance.
Death is a diva.
People don't seem to get my sense of humor.
Word of advice, if you are going to talk bad about me behind my back, don't do it to my best friend.
Coachella 2015 = Borechella.
The Ultra Festival in Miami should just use the same poster every year because it is always the same lineup for the most part.
Lol.
I dislike going anywhere but directly home after work.
The new Belle & Sebastian album is exquisite.
There are many days when I wonder why I bother with some friends.
I work on a mouth-breather floor.
I read an article the other day where an early-twentysomething said that she was tired of relying on streaming sites for access to music, saying the free access to almost all music somehow cheapened the experience. She mused that if music was more challenging to get, or not as easily accessible, people like her would still seek it out. I do remember when I first heard The Cure on 120 Minutes on MTV and I couldn't wait to get my hands on everything I could, but you had to dig and search and almost give your left kidney sometimes to get music. It made the experience more rewarding. While I love having access to music at the click of a mouse, there is a bit of a let-down from it.
I don't trust people that have sunglasses on all the time.
Your cute of the day, a kitten in a top hat.
Lyrics Rattling Around My Brain
"How did I get in, I heard a rumour
From your girlfriend's sister that you knew me
And you end up dancing closer to me
I know that I broke the rule already
She asked me if I’m single, going steady
I just dropped my head and took a step off into the dark
Standing on the black and white tiles
Don’t dance on the lights 'cos the babes eat the pretty ones
We are like the islands divided
Jump to the beat of the party line
Jump to the beat of the party line
There is nobody here but you my dear
Jump to the beat of the party line."
Belle & Sebastian
"The Party Line"
"Once upon a time when
we were friends
I gave you my heart, the story ends -
No happy ever after now we're friends.
Wish upon a star if that might help,
The stars collide if you decide,
Wish upon a star if that might help.
What's it like to have loved and to lose her touch?
What's it like to have loved and to lose that much?
Well, I hope and I pray that maybe someday
You'll walk in the room with my heart.
Add and subtract but as a matter of fact
Now that you're gone I still want you back.
Remembering surrendering,
Remembering that part - all of my heart.
Spilling up in silk and coffee lace,
You hook me up a rendezvous at your place,
Your lipstick and your lipgloss seals my fate.
Sentimental powers might help you now
But skip the hearts and flowers, skip the ivory towers,
You'll be disappointed and I'll lose a friend.
No, I won't be told there's a crock of gold at the end of the
rainbow,
Or that pleasure and pain,
Sunshine and rain might make this love grow.
But I hope and I pray that maybe someday
You'll walk in the room with my heart.
Add and subtract but as a matter of fact
Now that you're gone I still want you back.
Remembering - surrendering,
The kindest struck the coolest heart - all of my heart.
Yes, I hope and I pray that maybe someday
You'll wakl in the room with my heart.
And I shrug and I say that maybe today you'll come home soon.
Surrendering - remembering,
Surrendering that heart, all of my heart - all of my heart."
ABC
"All of My Heart"
Appealing Things
ABC's "All of My Heart"
Laurel
The return of Looking and Girls
Getting out of town for the weekend
Rereading The Magicians series
The fact that Andrew and I are on the same wavelength
Annoying Things
Having your practice group retreat in your own city
0 degree wind chills in Atlanta
Waiting for something to happen
People who tell Southerners that we should be able to handle cold weather
Friends who are only out for their own interests
