Yea, Somehow I've gotten the nickname "smiley." And not just from one person, or a certain group of people, but from several people that have never met and would've ever have a reason to consort with one another. Y'know, I like being a happy guy, and having a good smile, and have no problem with people knowing I'm happy. Although, to be perfectly honest, "Smiley" is way up there on my list of nicknames not to have. I know it's a compliment, and I take it as one, but let's get serious.
My name is not Rudolph and I don't play reindeer games.
haha, I love that line.
On a completely different note...
Sometimes I feel utterly unimpressed by the greater human species. What conceit, to think I'm so awesome that others must impress me. That's not it. It's more about passion. I know so many people that are so passionate about life, their trades, skills, and crafts, even their teas, or cappacinos. People devoted to their interests and able find new passions around every corner. Having a lust filled life. Then you meet someone who just has none, no motivating forces, whose never felt that fervor of doing something you love.. Maybe it's not even that I'm unimpressed. Perhaps I just feel sorry for their empty, droning existence.
And another 180. I was at the movie theater last night watching X-men 3. whatevs, don't judge me. Anyhow, I was waiting in line to get into the theater because it was super packed and there was some boy that had man boobs. Like, he wasn't super fat or anything. He wasn't fat at all. Pretty average sized, but he had breasts. for real. I couldn't stop staring at them, You could even seen his little puffy nipples. I looked around at the surrounding people, and the people he was with, and his boobs were bigger than a lot of the women present. It was really weird.
My name is not Rudolph and I don't play reindeer games.
haha, I love that line.
On a completely different note...
Sometimes I feel utterly unimpressed by the greater human species. What conceit, to think I'm so awesome that others must impress me. That's not it. It's more about passion. I know so many people that are so passionate about life, their trades, skills, and crafts, even their teas, or cappacinos. People devoted to their interests and able find new passions around every corner. Having a lust filled life. Then you meet someone who just has none, no motivating forces, whose never felt that fervor of doing something you love.. Maybe it's not even that I'm unimpressed. Perhaps I just feel sorry for their empty, droning existence.
And another 180. I was at the movie theater last night watching X-men 3. whatevs, don't judge me. Anyhow, I was waiting in line to get into the theater because it was super packed and there was some boy that had man boobs. Like, he wasn't super fat or anything. He wasn't fat at all. Pretty average sized, but he had breasts. for real. I couldn't stop staring at them, You could even seen his little puffy nipples. I looked around at the surrounding people, and the people he was with, and his boobs were bigger than a lot of the women present. It was really weird.
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see, if i had been in that situation, i would have had to grab them. or like... brush up against him or ask him for a hug.
*no shame here*
and i enjoy reading your blog as well....
but you are super intimidating... thats why i never comment.
that seems to be what i get called a lot up here. i dont get it.
puppets.
they are molto dope.
grilling up dead vegetables is also pretty dope.
boba teas?
yeah. dooooooooooooooope.
seriously, though. tomorrow i go to burlington on the hunt for a bio-diesel conversion situation, red hen bread, and single pebble chinese food. hopefully the dirty hippie vibes will fuel my furious puppet explosion....
oh, and my front yard is a swamp at this new place, so puppets would sink in the quickmud........
balls,