I should talk about the kilt thing. But what I want to talk about is working the kilt both, so let's do a short version of 'why kilts'. Or maybe not so short, this one seems to be getting longer…
I should talk about the kilt thing.
But what I want to talk about is working the kilt both, so let’s do a short version of ‘why kilts’. Or maybe not so short, this one seems to be getting longer and longer. Either way if you’re not interested in kilts, go back to google and search for some ugly pants.
An odd memory just came to me. I was in the middle of a conversation and described something as 'Like watching moss grow" and the person I was IMing with said "or watching flies fucking" Now, I laughed for a…
An odd memory just came to me.
I was in the middle of a conversation and described something as ‘Like watching moss grow” and the person I was IMing with said “or watching flies fucking”
Now, I laughed for a while at that. The idea was so deeply odd and it’s not a phrase I can say I’d ever heard before. But somehow it brought back vivid recall of a moment.
Shhh. Don't tell anyone. [looks around] I'm a hopeless romantic. Shhhh! I know. Me. The cynic. The realist. The practical guy. The big pervert. The sexual omnivore. The guy who wants to take a girl and bend her over his…
Shhh. Don’t tell anyone.
[looks around]
I’m a hopeless romantic.
Shhhh!
I know. Me. The cynic. The realist. The practical guy. The big pervert. The sexual omnivore. The guy who wants to take a girl and bend her over his knee.
I grew up the son of a logician. I was, I told myself, Spock. All about the logic. No emotion. But you know what? I’m not Spock. I’m more about Kirk. I want to teach the silver-haired alien girl in the slave collar about this earth “kiss.”
There's been a lot of talk both on and off orkut about 'popular kids' and 'cliques' and remarks that it's like high-school. None of which made much sense to me. I've been vaguely puzzling over this. And then it dawned…
There’s been a lot of talk both on and off orkut about ‘popular kids’ and ‘cliques’ and remarks that it’s like high-school. None of which made much sense to me.
I’ve been vaguely puzzling over this.
And then it dawned on me, not unlike when you wander the house looking for your sunglasses and car-keys to find the glasses are on your head and the keys in your hand.
I never went to high school.
Well, ok, I did. But not like that.