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| Tuesday, September 22nd, 2009 | | 9:23 pm |
Man, I can't believe I fucked that up. In hindsight, of all the stupid things I've done in the past two years, that was the worst. And no, I'm not going to say what I'm talking about. That could have been awesome. And hell, for a while, it was. Also, I honestly can't remember who I wrote my last post about. | | Tuesday, September 15th, 2009 | | 7:30 pm |
...Or at least as close as I can get.
I started thinking last night- for absolutely no reason whatsoever, and let it be known right now that I'm no more depressed than I have been at any other point in the last however many months (and definitely less depressed than I was for most of that time)- about who, of all of my friends, would be the perfect woman for me. This being a hypothetical, I made myself some parameters: irrelevant to my internal discussion are the girl's geographic location, relationship status, age, closeness to me (i.e. no worries about ruining a good friendship), or my feelings toward her (i.e. have I ever had a crush on her before?). I'm also thinking in terms of love as opposed to marriage, so no questions like "Does she want children?" or "Where would we live?" So what, in a perfect world, would I want in my dream woman? (These are unordered, but some are more important than others.) - Pretty. Not "holy crap, this girl is ridiculous" hot or "wow, what could she ever be doing with him?" hot, just "man, she gets a bit more beautiful every day, simply by being herself" pretty. - High self-esteem. If you can't love yourself, it's tough to love anyone else. - Great taste in music. Her tastes don't have to be the same as mine, but I have to respect her favorite bands, even if I don't particularly like them. - Not a heavy drinker (casual/social drinking is fine, as is getting wasted every now and then), not a pothead (casual/social smoking is fine), no cigarettes. - Not depressed. I've had my fill of depressed women, thank you very much. - Loves having sex all the time. (Duh.) - The right level of caring about themselves and selflessness. I have a few friends who are rather self-absorbed and a few who are totally selfless, and I'd like a balance. - Good cook, only because I can't cook at all. - Crazy enough that most people would say, "y'know, that girl's kinda nuts," but not so crazy that I say, "y'know, that girl is nuts." - Intelligent. This is the most obvious one, but I certainly don't need a genius. She doesn't have to be in MENSA , but she has to be smart. - Likes (or, at least, will occasionally actively enjoy playing) video games. - Gifted in at least one of the following ways, and to demonstrate why this matters to me, I will use examples of women I've dated or really liked, since pretty much every woman I've ever cared about fits in: athletics (Rae, Becky, Chelsea, Rachel), music (Becky, Rachel, Sara), or writing (Rae, Jess, Emma). Artistically gifted would also be acceptable, though I've never been with anyone who was much of an artist. - At least a casual interest in sports. This one is like the video games one- she doesn't have to love sports, but she has to like watching them once in a long while, have a favorite team or two, and not question my intense love of soccer. - The ability to enjoy a day sitting around on the couch, or a day running around in a city, or anywhere in between. Too lazy is an issue, but so is too active. - The other qualities that need no explanation: Kind. Outgoing. Liberal. Gets along with people easily. Loves cuddling. Really loves animals. Playful. Sarcastic. - Jesus fucking christ, not insane. I want crazy, but there's a world of difference between "crazy" and "insane". I have dealt with enough whackadoodles in my life- trust me, five and a half years with them is a sufficient amount of time to know I don't want to spend another day in a situation like that. Extra credit: - Bisexual. Not that I'd be expecting three-ways, but it's still awfully hot. - A nickname that is also an animal. Don't think this is important to me? Well, it's not really, but just look at Raptor, Cat, and Bears, three of my favorite (or, in one case, formerly favorite) people in the entire world. So who, then, is my perfect woman (or at least as close as I can get)? Of course, nobody is perfect, and nobody will ever be 100% perfect for me. But taking into account all of the qualities above, in addition to unmeasured intangibles, I think I've got two nominees (also unordered): Becky H. Kaye Interestingly, I've never in my life had a crush on Kaye, and I haven't had a crush on Becky since circa 2002. Also interestingly, in the past six years, I have seen these two people a total of one time. That is a damn shame. Regardless, they are both incredible people, and while there's somewhere between a .1% and -.1% chance I'd ever be with either of them in this or any other lifetime, thinking about this has given me some additional respect and adoration for them... and I respected/admired them quite a bit in the first place. | | Thursday, August 27th, 2009 | | 11:07 pm |
"Runway" ep. 2 in 2 sentences
The winner deserved to win, and the loser deserved to lose. Thank god Malvin's gone- he was annoying and had horrible hair, and his idea of "conceptual" would be anyone else's idea of "ridiculous". | | Sunday, August 9th, 2009 | | 10:54 pm |
"Stella"
I love the way that the first verse goes: God was there Always had the best of drugs Knew where to get them, brought a lady friend And I believe her name was Stella But, counting the beats with "God" on beat one, the eight-beat lines fall: God was there, always had the Best of drugs, knew where to get them, brought A lady friend, and I be- Lieve her name was Stella Oh, Ida, I can't wait to see you again in four days. | | Tuesday, August 4th, 2009 | | 9:40 am |
| | Wednesday, July 22nd, 2009 | | 1:30 am |
I'm legitimately thinking of doing a Facebook friend purge of all of my "friends" (i.e. not actual friends) who are married/engaged. As selfish and flat-out stupid as it is, aside from people I truly care about, I don't want anyone to be happy until I'm happy. Every time I see someone I haven't talked to in three-to-six years post pictures or a cutesy status update, it makes me want to punch them. I'm not saying they don't deserve love, I'm just saying that I do, and I don't want to be reminded of how fucking wonderful everyone else's life is (excepting those friends who matter to me, which in the married/engaged realm pretty much only consists of DevonVicky and La) at the moment. Man, my brain is so fucked up. These antidepressants better be goddamn amazing. Current Music: "The Soup" | | Saturday, July 18th, 2009 | | 9:31 pm |
I'm thinking of doing something a bit (a bit) wacky with my hair, like dyeing it bright red, or doing a (legit) spiked mohawk, for which I have enough hair volume. Why am I thinking this? Because I'm fucking bored, and need a little change, and why the hell not. Thoughts?
Oh, who am I kidding, nobody will read this. Current Music: USA-Panama soccer | | Wednesday, April 29th, 2009 | | 6:49 pm |
| | Tuesday, April 14th, 2009 | | 10:17 am |
| | Monday, April 13th, 2009 | | 12:05 am |
| | Sunday, April 5th, 2009 | | 3:11 pm |
It's that time of year again.
blues tomorrow (3:10:54 PM): go phillies! Kicking222 (3:11:00 PM): eat my dick Kicking222 (3:11:06 PM): braves 27, phillies -4.
Baseball is a good sport. It's no soccer, but it's a good sport.
| | Wednesday, March 25th, 2009 | | 10:23 am |
| | Tuesday, March 3rd, 2009 | | 7:16 pm |
I realized my iTunes had 2,222 songs, and I didn't want to add any more... but Carly Simon's "You're So Vain" couldn't be denied, and then came The Beatles' Christmas Album. Still, it took me a minute to convince myself to not be so OCD. | | Thursday, February 26th, 2009 | | 11:40 am |
| | Sunday, February 22nd, 2009 | | 9:29 am |
| | Thursday, February 19th, 2009 | | 10:02 am |
I keep having a dream that I have a huge social studies test that I haven't started studying for. It's always social studies, and the test is always the next day, but the dream changes every time. It's pretty fucking weird. Current Music: "You, Me & the Bourgeoisie", The Submarines | | Sunday, February 1st, 2009 | | 10:16 pm |
Wow.
Second amazing Super Bowl in a row. Though I didn't have anything personally invested in this one, like rooting for my favorite team... wow. | | Wednesday, January 21st, 2009 | | 5:14 pm |
Note to self: You're a great person, regardless of who agrees with you and who does not. Note to self: You don't need Chelsea to be happy. Your life did not end when she broke up with you. Note to self: It's bad at the moment, but it won't be forever. You'll find love, you'll find employment, and you'll figure out who you want to be. Note to self: The past has passed. You can learn from it, but you can't change it, so don't try. Note to self: You are going to enjoy life. Starting right now. And not just when you're with friends or at a concert. You're going to appreciate every second, good and bad, and you're going to take pride in who you are. Not when you get a job, not when you get a girlfriend, immediately. | | Monday, January 19th, 2009 | | 5:32 pm |
So Chel dumped me a year ago today... That's it. The ellipsis doesn't lead anywhere. | | Friday, January 16th, 2009 | | 9:52 pm |
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