Don't get me wrong I'm just uhh singin' my song
Fuck my last entry. annoying annoying. i'm sick of mulling over things. it's not worth my energy. i'm done. :)
I live for the 80 year old man who sings louder than the Cantor, Rabbi, and entire congregation combined at temple. Who on the face of the Earth wants to hear that New York accent belting out of tune melodies in hebrew? no one, but he doesn't give a fuck. He sings like I sing in my car at 11:30 a la noche driving home from work. windows rolled down, stereo belting, and my voice ruining the purity of the song. i love it. everyone else can turn their heads or whisper to their fellow Jew as he shouts, but I prefer to sit beside him as he pours his heart into the music. i love people that are done playing petty games and just don't care enough about other people's opinions to stop being themselves. you kick ass little man. little 80 year old man. amen.
I had a co-worker tell me they don't believe in love in high school. well that's retarded. i think love is possible at all ages. well, to be practical, maybe not as your mom is soaping you up in the tub with your next door neighbor when you're 3, but the point remains. i love love. it's so honest. he truly isn't the best basis, considering later he told me he was, "getting some play later tonight." hah. he doesn't believe in love, but he sure as hell believes in fucking around. ahhh what moral fibre.
joy's saxophone has been residing in my trunk for probably about 2 weeks now. enough time for me to get some practice in, develop my skill, and then pawn it for something actually worthwhile like crack cocaine. ohh when people trust their possessions in my car....
P.S. Nicole, your headphones are in there as well. :)
mmm summer life is tasty.
and so is this bathing suit that i will muster the courage and persist in weight loss to fashion:
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amusing thing happened tonight at work. got hit on by a 10 year old african american baby.
"may i taste the vanilla?"
"sure...here you go..."
"no, not the ice cream. I meant you."
oh man. that provided giggles. like when ashley and i say "i want some chocolate!" but much funnier.
I live for the 80 year old man who sings louder than the Cantor, Rabbi, and entire congregation combined at temple. Who on the face of the Earth wants to hear that New York accent belting out of tune melodies in hebrew? no one, but he doesn't give a fuck. He sings like I sing in my car at 11:30 a la noche driving home from work. windows rolled down, stereo belting, and my voice ruining the purity of the song. i love it. everyone else can turn their heads or whisper to their fellow Jew as he shouts, but I prefer to sit beside him as he pours his heart into the music. i love people that are done playing petty games and just don't care enough about other people's opinions to stop being themselves. you kick ass little man. little 80 year old man. amen.
I had a co-worker tell me they don't believe in love in high school. well that's retarded. i think love is possible at all ages. well, to be practical, maybe not as your mom is soaping you up in the tub with your next door neighbor when you're 3, but the point remains. i love love. it's so honest. he truly isn't the best basis, considering later he told me he was, "getting some play later tonight." hah. he doesn't believe in love, but he sure as hell believes in fucking around. ahhh what moral fibre.
joy's saxophone has been residing in my trunk for probably about 2 weeks now. enough time for me to get some practice in, develop my skill, and then pawn it for something actually worthwhile like crack cocaine. ohh when people trust their possessions in my car....
P.S. Nicole, your headphones are in there as well. :)
mmm summer life is tasty.
and so is this bathing suit that i will muster the courage and persist in weight loss to fashion:
[edit]
amusing thing happened tonight at work. got hit on by a 10 year old african american baby.
"may i taste the vanilla?"
"sure...here you go..."
"no, not the ice cream. I meant you."
oh man. that provided giggles. like when ashley and i say "i want some chocolate!" but much funnier.