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| So I am getting my friend tatted for her birthday. She's wanted one for
a while and over the many years we have been friends I have rarely been
able to get her a decent birthday present. Not that a cigarette and a
valentine made into a birthday card isn't a great present, but it's
nice that I can get her something she really wants and, well, she will
have it forever. Plus it's the big 30, so why not do something
different from what we normally do. Although don't even get me started
on peoples' irrational fear and awe of numbers ending in zeros. I guess
if people need to freak out at an arbitrarily chosen time
measurement then they should all do it at once, eh?
And I thought, eh what the hell, we can both get tattoos together. It
will be cool when we are 64 and still have the marks from our
friendship bonding...umm stupidity.(well, it's time and money that could be spent, you know... saving whales.) It will be alll special and
shit. awww. Makes me tear up just thinking about it.
And so far people have been telling me I shouldn't get one because it
will be all white trash cliche and besides that, what if I decide in
ten years I don't like it and I can't get rid of it.
What you say? You mean I might have to live with something about mself I don't exactly like?....................
HAHAHEEHEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA..............
Yah know, somehow I think I'll be allright.
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| Blast from the past is such a great movie. Look at this conversation from it for instance:
Eve: Or have perfect table manners!
Troy:
You know, I asked him about that. He said, good manners are just a way
of showing other people we have respect for them. See, I didn't know
that, I thought it was just a way of acting all superior. Oh and you
know what else he told me?
Eve: What?
Troy: He thinks I'm a gentleman and you're a lady.
Eve: [disgusted] Well, consider the source! I don't even know what a lady is.
Troy:
I know, I mean I thought a "gentleman" was somebody that owned horses.
But it turns out, his short and simple definition of a lady or a
gentleman is, someone who always tries to make sure the people around
him or her are as comfortable as possible.
Eve: Where do you think he got all that information?
Troy: From the oddest place - his parents. I mean, I don't think I got that memo from mine. | | |
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My Brother's drunken rambling
there below. I was thinking the same thing this evening. We were both
thinking the same thing, at the same time, for completely different
reasons. And this drives home the point to me that it is absolutely
true. Love is love, in whatever form. If it is true, then it is the
same. But what are we humans to do?
That simple word people mistake
for everything else...
Love is not a feeling, nor is it an emotion... It's a seperate thing above and beyond...
Love itself doesn't know passion... doesn't know jealousy... Doesn't know intention...
It's all that shit we pile on top of it that confuddles everything...
Love is seeing beyond the skin, beyond the conversation, beyond
attraction or desire or all of tha fallible parts of us and it's a
level at which none of that matters unless we choose to tack it on to
what's really there and therefore completely disregard and subversy the
most important thing of all things...
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