For the love you bring, won't mean a thing, unless you sing, sing, sing, sing...
Summer seems to already have past me by. I don't even remember how it started, but I am now constantly working or seeing friends or reading in the sun or cooking or not having a care in the world.
It's very strange to not be overworking myself and to have time to relax and play hearts and have a drink on Wednesday nights with my wonderful roomie and learn racquetball and buy organic produce and sleep on the roof and
I'm not really comfortable yet.
I miss most everyone who is not here terribly.
I am three days too young to see Duncan Sheik at Club Cafe.
Orbit's bubblegum flavor is rather weak.
My friends and I are taking a hip hop dance class which is rather awesome and I'm not the only guy there and we all look awkward and goofy so it's OK.
Many of my friends' relationships are falling apart and I am holding their hands through it but it just reinforces that I am still single and
I wonder when I'm going to need to ask a friend to hold my hand during a break up.
Tomorrow is the Pittsburgh PrideFest. I don't really like Pride very much, as whole. I see no point in being proud of something that I can't control; I'd rather be proud of my accomplishments. Pride, in a lot of ways, really segregates people more than bring us together. However, tomorrow I'll be off my high horse and march and shout and check out the hot guys and be fabulous. I'm really not sure why.
It's amazing how, once someone is gone, you realize if you truly cared for them or couldn't stand them. It's even more amazing how easy it is to forget people, and to be forgotten.
One of my coworkers is 78 years old and has been working for the department for thirty years. Before that, he was a priest, but he fell in love with a nun, and they got married. They had to get their vows revoked by the Pope and
that is what makes me believe in the future. Sadly, his wife was hit by a car yesterday, so please keep her in your thoughts.
I have a new appreciation for: the elderly, double sided tape, television, limes, cordorouy, Pittsburgh, iTunes, and Samantha Power.
I currently dislike: silence, spiders, bad haircuts, soy cheese, He's Just Not That Into You, lesbian drama, the word "retarded," and several Congressmen.
I'm going to be very "motivational speaker" and end with a quote:
"Write what should not be forgotten."
-Isabel Allende
It's very strange to not be overworking myself and to have time to relax and play hearts and have a drink on Wednesday nights with my wonderful roomie and learn racquetball and buy organic produce and sleep on the roof and
I'm not really comfortable yet.
I miss most everyone who is not here terribly.
I am three days too young to see Duncan Sheik at Club Cafe.
Orbit's bubblegum flavor is rather weak.
My friends and I are taking a hip hop dance class which is rather awesome and I'm not the only guy there and we all look awkward and goofy so it's OK.
Many of my friends' relationships are falling apart and I am holding their hands through it but it just reinforces that I am still single and
I wonder when I'm going to need to ask a friend to hold my hand during a break up.
Tomorrow is the Pittsburgh PrideFest. I don't really like Pride very much, as whole. I see no point in being proud of something that I can't control; I'd rather be proud of my accomplishments. Pride, in a lot of ways, really segregates people more than bring us together. However, tomorrow I'll be off my high horse and march and shout and check out the hot guys and be fabulous. I'm really not sure why.
It's amazing how, once someone is gone, you realize if you truly cared for them or couldn't stand them. It's even more amazing how easy it is to forget people, and to be forgotten.
One of my coworkers is 78 years old and has been working for the department for thirty years. Before that, he was a priest, but he fell in love with a nun, and they got married. They had to get their vows revoked by the Pope and
that is what makes me believe in the future. Sadly, his wife was hit by a car yesterday, so please keep her in your thoughts.
I have a new appreciation for: the elderly, double sided tape, television, limes, cordorouy, Pittsburgh, iTunes, and Samantha Power.
I currently dislike: silence, spiders, bad haircuts, soy cheese, He's Just Not That Into You, lesbian drama, the word "retarded," and several Congressmen.
I'm going to be very "motivational speaker" and end with a quote:
"Write what should not be forgotten."
-Isabel Allende