I honestly don't know where to begin here. It's been a week of ups and downs.
Monday I was ready to break my policy and just rant about how very tired I was and all sorts of gloomies... then something magical happened, and that something was Charlie and the Choclate Factory. So. Very. Awesome. That movie rocks my world.
Tuesday I found I had lost all ability to gripe, even though I'd been up early for work two days running (I can almost always gripe about that, even if "early" for me is 8 AM). Then Masquerade, She What Played Maya, and the boys of Gay Posse swung by for a while, and me and the ladies sat up late and watched Pirates of the Carribean. Willy Wonka and Jack Sparrow could not be more different, but the one thing they have in common is that damn but they're fun to watch. So by the end of Tuesday I was ready to do a spiel about how Johnny Depp heals all wounds. But you see, it didn't last.
Yesterday was filled with reminders that love is dying all around me. Relationships I had assumed would go the distance have been dissolving left and right and the only reason I can think of is that lifetime commitment may just be a sham. So I had to do a fair amount of consoling yesterday. Many of my ladies like unloading on me. As I've said to some of you, I seem to have become the Sympathetic Girlfriend with the Y Chromosome. Perhaps this is because I provide quality service in this respect: I listen, console, support and sympathize, without judging, critiquing, or claiming to have all the answers. Oh, and this one's probably important, I do not try to have sex with them. So even though many lovely, lovely ladies have become/may become single, it does me no good because I'm just not that guy. No, I'm not gay, I'm just a gentleman.
So yes, I do give much to my friends... maybe the women get a little more, especially in the backrub department, but it's really no problem. Simple trick to it. Okay, come closer, I'll tell you the secret: it's easy to think only of others when you've given up on yourself.
Hm. Today's seems rough and fragmented. But I have to eat, shower, and go to work for 12 hours, so I can't fix it. Oh well. You can always go back one and read the tale of the Waldo Tube. That's a good 'un. Bye now.
-Danny G.
Leave it to the democrats to let the Spaniards back in the pantry!
-C. Montgomery Burns
Monday I was ready to break my policy and just rant about how very tired I was and all sorts of gloomies... then something magical happened, and that something was Charlie and the Choclate Factory. So. Very. Awesome. That movie rocks my world.
Tuesday I found I had lost all ability to gripe, even though I'd been up early for work two days running (I can almost always gripe about that, even if "early" for me is 8 AM). Then Masquerade, She What Played Maya, and the boys of Gay Posse swung by for a while, and me and the ladies sat up late and watched Pirates of the Carribean. Willy Wonka and Jack Sparrow could not be more different, but the one thing they have in common is that damn but they're fun to watch. So by the end of Tuesday I was ready to do a spiel about how Johnny Depp heals all wounds. But you see, it didn't last.
Yesterday was filled with reminders that love is dying all around me. Relationships I had assumed would go the distance have been dissolving left and right and the only reason I can think of is that lifetime commitment may just be a sham. So I had to do a fair amount of consoling yesterday. Many of my ladies like unloading on me. As I've said to some of you, I seem to have become the Sympathetic Girlfriend with the Y Chromosome. Perhaps this is because I provide quality service in this respect: I listen, console, support and sympathize, without judging, critiquing, or claiming to have all the answers. Oh, and this one's probably important, I do not try to have sex with them. So even though many lovely, lovely ladies have become/may become single, it does me no good because I'm just not that guy. No, I'm not gay, I'm just a gentleman.
So yes, I do give much to my friends... maybe the women get a little more, especially in the backrub department, but it's really no problem. Simple trick to it. Okay, come closer, I'll tell you the secret: it's easy to think only of others when you've given up on yourself.
Hm. Today's seems rough and fragmented. But I have to eat, shower, and go to work for 12 hours, so I can't fix it. Oh well. You can always go back one and read the tale of the Waldo Tube. That's a good 'un. Bye now.
-Danny G.
Leave it to the democrats to let the Spaniards back in the pantry!
-C. Montgomery Burns
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This makes me sad. DON'T MAKE ME SAD. Seriously, it makes me want to cry. So ungive up. Or something?
Kisses