Is there a single thing that you won't quit to be with someone? Something you're more passionate about than passion itself? just curious.
Geographic compatibility. I've noticed that I get on better with the East coast. It doesn't matter the age or gender. I grew up on the West coast and like the people there but I've found I can converse with East coast much better. Being on the phone and in person, this seems to be a fact. I find this interesting. The things that shape us and create our take on life. Have you noticed a geographic compatibility?
She was excited about her trip to Paris. The plan was not planned so she sat several nights on her sofa daydreaming about it. She had never been to Paris. She only knew of travel shows and decor items glorifying the Eiffel Tower. There must be something to that grand tower, where lovers meet to kiss, fiance's are born, and lonely figures pray.
She thought about clothing for her trip. It is France, things must be sexy. Her first task of the day was the lingerie department of her favorite store. She gravitated toward the rack of satin cups and lace panties. "Should they match or be avant-garde? It is Paris" she thought to herself. After being practical and selecting 2 sets that could match or mismatch, she walked to the hosiery section. She walked with a little more confidence now, pretty things in hand.
She now stood before the racks of stockings. Garter belts are so passe, this is Paris! She stroked the packets of nylons, neatly packaged, settling on black thigh-highs. 'Black goes with everything', she thought. She felt giddy. Her bag was already half packed! She felt a tremor travel throughout her body. Could she endure the hours until touchdown on French soil?
The next day, wearing a mismatched pair, she opened the door. "Bonjour" she said.
with a customer today. i always approach people even if they're not seriously looking at recliners. so, a man plopped down in the Hamilton glider/recliner and i said "you look good in that". he smiled and said he was waiting on the wife. this has not changed since before my family would go to the mall and poor dad would find a bench and say "meet you in 2 hours". well, this was before cell phones, so dad doesn't have to wait so long, since 2 hours often stretched out to 3+ hours. even worse was, sometimes dad got itchy feet and when it came time to meet, the parties often missed. this made the whole trip excruciating. omg, i just wanted to go hoooome.
nowadays, the cell phone is an electronic leash that calls papa home. and, so, the cell phone interrupted a very fertile conversation between one vagabond from CA and a NY Nice Guy.
i'm making a scarf for a guy who's in his 30's. Should i put fringe on it or not? i should finish today. thanks
I listen to a song and think, she is lucky
I think I want someone like you
Over the horizon, maybe there's someone
like you
sadness mixes with happiness leaves me observing nature and its course
I listen to a song and think, she's lucky
I can't listen to some songs because of
Unluckiness? hemm Nothing worth posting
Only memories best kept in a box
In a world of harassment, I must be careful, finding a worthy muse
So many miles covered
On bare feet
Hurts to walk sometimes
Hurts to remember
If only thoughts didn't hurt and we could be ourselves
I think of you and am grateful
to know what I know
Because you showed me
Teacher, when will I pass?
When will I learn enough not to get hurt, waste time?
You say "Hi" and lend an ear
Within a few minutes, you have me
I can't be silent with friends
Friend, no silence allowed
My freedom is the text, bless those who read and understand
The meditation of the vacuum
Sweeping in rhythmic motion
I close my eyes and push forward
Pull back, rocking on heals
My body begins to warm, blood flowing, heart pumping
I meditate while I vacuum
Pressing toward
Drawing back
I measure in time
Sixty sweeps counted, repeated, as if I am a clock watching
Vacuum meditation forces
The control of power
The release of care
Body in motion, partnered with machine
While maintaining a state of order and aesthetics in my mind's chaos
what have i missed? i went 3 weeks without internet and though i survived it, i felt myself touching on insanity until i could pay the bill.
in case i get disconnected again, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.
love ya's
When things seem less important
These things seem to become
Meaningful
Simply because they could be
Forgotten, these things become so cherished
With nothing to gain by time
The limited nature of the
Unimportant is so powerfully simple
The cut and dry slice of bread
Becomes one of the few things that satisfy hunger
A gaze or word
The thoughtfulness
Fleeting brushes of sleeves
Unseen caresses TBD
With Life and Death as our bookends
What could be termed as
Insignificant
I collect these grains of sand
So small, they collect in the creases in my palm
We collect what is unseen and build our sand castles
What does anyone really want?
A warm body to sleep with?
An ear to listen to the unlistenable?
Some feedback on decisions, serious
Or does it all boil down to the sticky sexy?
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