I lose sleep only when I'm at a loss for love.

• Oh! how I miss you too! I feel as if the core of my being has been made hollow with longing; so much so that I have to TRY not to think about you, because when I do I suffer a quickness of the heart and shortness of breath as if my body was attempting to fill its empty core with air! But, Oh how it fails to satiate itself! and succeeds only in reminding me that what I need is less and more tangible than wind: What I need is to see you and to see you look at me. What I need is to feel you and to feel you touch me out of that same need!
  

• These are necessities I have not experienced in nearly ten years. And yet again I acknowledge them now because I miss you more than reason will allow. Since you were the first to confirm my innermost fear that it's almost impossible to imagine anyone being right for me, you steered my attraction towards you, ironically. Since that time I have strangely desired to share with you the details of my past and more, which I have never completely willingly done before. It only took one night of laughing, talking, and sleeping to remind me what I used to be; it took you only one night of intimacy to undo ten years of apathy.

• Oh! how I wish this really was a response to how you missed me too! But it's not, and as far as I know, you don't.

Teaching a New Blog Old Tricks:

If my time here is up too soon,
Will I ever meet you on the moon?
Because if time goes up instead of down,
We’ll both be sure to leave the ground.

I Rarely Remember a Dreamy December!

The night before last, John Tiberius Lusk and I stayed up till 7 or 8 a.m. preparing the presents for our upcoming Christmas party. During this time I consumed three RedBulls so I didn't fall asleep till about 11 a.m.. Here is a slight account of the mindless, trippy trips of the mind that followed:

I can hope to only scantily translate the surreal imagery of my dreams into the fixed language of reality. All I remember of the first set of visions is that I, or rather, my conscience, for I did not feel at all corporeal, was floating in space. Meanwhile, I was sending my concentration out to specific points in the universe, and from each point grew a circle until all the circles, deriving from their respective points, met and formed a sort of plane. At the time I felt as if I carried within myself a thorough knowledge of how the universe is operated and that I was using these newly formed planes to measure the cosmos itself! How difficult it was to awaken from that dream!

For lack of originality I'm forced describe the other inert adventure as a "dream within a dream", in which I was describing to Ol' Tiberius a dream which was forged of a series of forgotten events that ended in the kicking of my shoe into the air. My shoe then landed on its toe-end, but instead of falling further to the ground with gravity, it remained upright on its toe-end and began to slowly twirl as if possessed by the foot of a bodiless ballerina. Finally, having observed the afore mentioned event, I noted to myself "my sole is unsettling", which I fear may have been a pun.



Something possibly worth mentioning is that later in the day I watched Stefan Warner play some silly internet game, which was composed of moving dots that expanded into circles and met one another. This eerily reminded me of my firstly described dream and brought me to the brink of freaking out.

DONE!

If God didn’t have a sense of humor, no one would probably be laughing.

At last, I have grown into a baker’s score of years (21), making me experienced enough to think that the gift of water pales in comparison to that of thirst.

And so, should I die today, my will would read,

“I give:

-My possessions back to the world.

-A sin to anyone whom can be forgiven.

-My creativity to anybody with ambition.

-All of my anger to those whom can control it.

-My sense of humor to whomever has a sense of appreciation.

And to all of you with water, I share with you my thirst.”

Cats, literally becoming greater than cute.

Later that day back on Monster Island...

My Worst Nemesis

He's someone I respect for his intelligence and understand because of our common passions: sense of humor, appreciation of artistic forms, and our taste in women. But it's our differences that come between us. Soon those differences are easily exacerbated with silly arguments and petty competitions; Who's the better at a video game, are coasters universally necessary on all tabletops, whose music is more pleasing aesthetically, or what's the proper way to speak to a lady. Eventually, those disagreements turn into a complicated sport of wit and endurance, one that persists until either participant is indirectly lead to that ultimate fate. And at that time, the survivor will declare himself the winner. However, should he feel guilty? Maybe even lonely, having lost the familiarity of a friend? If so, perhaps he will finally feel shame and what it's like to lose for once.

Maybe you're not the best ever.

But you're the best I've ever known.

I've never been so happy...

What do you say when you get a new high score?

(I think you have to click on these pics to see their original size, iono)

I just wanted to say...

We've been gypped.

I don't know why "scooters" is an example label for this post. I mean, I get "vacation" and "fall", but "scooters"? Seriously?

wtfomgosh LOL