Tuesday, July 20, 2004

 

7.19.04
 
Tell girls to stop hitting on me. Thanks.
 
I'm losing my touch.
 
I lounge out with the intellectual and the puerile. The verdict? Give me witty banter over aspirations of "getting laid" any day.
 
Anyone can be passionate, but it takes real lovers to be silly.
 
Okay... what did they do to my beloved Jack-In-The-Box fries?!
 
The only thing that ends a good moment is realizing that the delight and jubilation cease at some point.
 
Don't reach that realization.
 
So much experience and yet, its not enough.  

Sometimes I think I would have developed better if Elbert had not been so ambitious.
Its one thing to be confident. Its another thing to be infallible.
 
Don't juss show me the money. Give it to me.
 
If I get a dog, it'll be a corgi, for sure. Count on it.
 
That cat sported more gold than C3P0.
 
I juss made a Star Wars reference. Should I put up my shield now?

Those two remind me of the Simpson sisters. One's a spoiled brat and the other's a simple-minded dunce.
 
The most beautiful ones are nicest to me. It's the cute ones that are so vicious. They're the ones that feel like they have something to prove. What is there to worry about when you are beautiful? It’s easier to be beautiful to someone when you're beautiful.
 
Be beautiful.

I need to be put on that MTV show, "Wanna Come In?". Only then can I prove what I've been preaching to all these romantics with no ounce of confidence.

Pimpbilities, steez, mack: I've let them all go and it actually works better. Learn.
 
Its something of mine that I can put into yours.
 
The word was, "thought".
 
The kid wanted his two front teeth back for Christmas? Well, do I have news for him. You see, what happened was, the neighborhood bully made $2 off of him with aid from the magical Tooth-Fairy.
 
And you know what the Tooth-Fairy does with teeth, right?
 
She slangs them to the enamel-fiends, the plaque community. You see, that's how she makes her profit.
 
She's a tricky one, that Tooth-Fairy.
 
I'm wary about some cats that don't drink. I'm not talking about the ones that decided not to drink by choice, that's groovy, but the inhibited. How can I trust them if they can't trust themselves? They're the ones that you have to watch out for. You need to bring more than a shovel to dig up the depths of their past.

Perhaps the acrid, putrid scent of decay is the essence of that person's soul. Everyone has a skeleton in their closet and one dilapidated, decomposed substance is enough to total such fetor. And if it isn't a physical act that haunts but rather some mental barrier that continues to linger and prod, then the result is a brain-fart whose horrid scent is encapsulated within.
 
There will eventually be a time when they will have cures for all of our current, most deadly diseases and I can't help but think they'll look back one day with pity at me, I being one of the martyrs for the human race.
 
One thing I've discovered is that if you keep your mouth shut, people are apt to believe you know everything, and they begin to feel compelled to tell you anything, anxious to show that they know something, too.
 
I'm going to have six locks on my door, all in a row. When I go out, I'll lock any three in a random order and memorize it. My logic? Well, no matter how long somebody stands there picking locks, they'll always be locking three of the six.
 
Remember, its not what they call you but what you answer to.
 
In the darkest of times, its easier to see stars.
 
Please, don't do that thing. The thing where you attract my gaze with your own and I know exactly what you're thinking. The thing where your cheek, neck or chin attracts the loving attention of my hand. The thing where I suddenly ache at the recycled realization of how inviting your lips are, wanting to be enshrouded and vestured within those emollient, wet draperies of pink. 
 
Please?

Docking out...
-Ryan : lost it or juss recently found it?

Ryan posted this at 3:20 AM.