Monday, January 16, 2006

 

01.16.06

"To me, these people were as exotic as animals in a zoo. I'd never seen anything like them. I wasn't sure whether I wanted to be one of them or simply live among them talking notes and photgraphs."

You think I'm sexy.

And you're right.

I like people who wave back.

My TV makes funny noises.

'Cause, you know, you gotta jack the monkey.

Swiper, no swiping!

You ever watch the Incredibles?

You know how their son's name is Dashelle or Dash for short?

When did they name him that?

I think I'll give my kid three months without a name.

By that time, he should have a certain mannerism all his own that defines who he is.

And I'll make a clever name out of it.

"Ryan, that's terrible!"

You know what? Your face is terrible.

But I'm not complaining.

My apologies.

That was terrible.

So is world hunger.

Swiper, no swiping!

Why do people clap after watching a movie in the theater?

Write what you know in a way that you know it.

One can totally tell when it's forced.

In many aspects of life.

I'm horrible at math.

My TV just exploded.

Shhh.... it's quiet hours.

Dark blue! Dark blue!

When was the last time you looked through your yearbook?

And I would give my heart--

give you the world--

risk losing everything I've got--

because, frankly--

you're better than Dr. Pepper.

So hypnotic.

Sounded interesting, so we jumped in.

You know how sometimes you feel like no one could possibly understand what you're feeling right now?

You're wrong. As usual.

There isn't a feeling or situation out there that hasn't been well documented (multiple times, mind you) in music, poem or story.

And there's over six billion humans living in this world.

You could also, in certain events, count the animals.

'Cause even they get angry every now and then.

And they could totally relate to murder.

How hard is it to wake up every morning, tell yourself you're gonna have an awesome day and then stick with it?

Begin each day as if it were on purpose.

But with a dash of spontaneity in the end.

It's quite delicious.

It's about as delicious as an everlasting gobstopper.

What exactly is a gobstopper?

More importantly, what's a gob?

And why would we need to stop it?

Furthermore, why make a candy for it?

Did Willy Wonka, in actuality, discover a mildly harmful bacterial agent that anchors itself in the mouth and jaw region and create the only known substance to combat it?

If so, kudos to the bro, because it's a delectable cure (for sure).

Before's only there so that After can happen.

SWIPER! NO SWIPING!

Docking out...
-Ryan : I hate consequences

Ryan posted this at 5:41 PM.