obscenities don’t have to make sense.
they just have to be obscene enough to satisfy the urge.
“GODDAMMNIT– passive-aggressive asshole, mother-fucking BITCH!”

when life hands you lemons, make yellow snowmen.
awesome.

not drowning– just waving!

“what doesn’t kill you, usually succeeds in the second attempt.”
–Mr. Krabs

heh.

1. Milla Jovovich

it never occurred to me until now how VERY much Milla looks like Fodon.

2. Jet Li

3. Eva Mendes

4. Alfred Molina

5. Leonard Cohen

6. Chow Yun-Fat

7. Michelle Yeoh

8. Alejandro Sanz

9. Nic Cage

10 Al Pacino

Cary Grant would be #1, but, well, he’s dead. I have to be realistic here.

I couldn’t visit Diana today cos I may have a sinus infection. I asked if the easter bunny came and apparently he hadn’t. I don’t care if the easter bunny lays eggs (bok bok); he’s still a boy to me. so I made up an easter basket and took it on over. also a pink easter hat. I haven’t seen her shaved head yet but everyone needs an easter hat.

she asked to see a certain picture, which I brought, as well as a couple of my dance pics– she’d always wanted to see what I looked like around her age. Greg came out and got the stuff from me, then came back out and talked with me a while. they’ve given up their apartment and he’s sleeping on the couch in her hospital room. thursday they do another biopsy to determine if she’s coming along well or if she needs to go to the big city for a stem cell transplant. best case scenario still has her in the hospital another two weeks. so it goes.

I got triggered and felt quite unhappy.
all better now. everything’s as peachy as it can be with my girl still in the horspital.
off to coffee myself…

mistaken
for a bird in the hand
hope
perched on an open palm
never asked a crumb
truth
can never sing in love
when one miss
took a dragon for a dove

when we’re out in public
if I tell you the sky is pink
then THE SKY IS PINK
yes, mama
what color is the sky?
pink, mama

cut-n-pasted from wikipedia on patience–

In Human, All Too Human, philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche had this to say about patience:
Being able to wait is so hard that the greatest poets did not disdain to make the inability to wait the theme of their poetry. Thus [William] Shakespeare in his Othello, Sophocles in his Ajax, who, as the oracle suggests, might not have thought his suicide necessary, if only he had been able to let his feeling cool for one day more. He probably would have outfoxed the terrible promptings of his wounded vanity and said to himself: “Who, in my situation, has never once taken a sheep for a warrior? Is that so monstrous? On the contrary, it is something universally human.” Ajax might have consoled himself thus.
Passion will not wait. The tragedy in the lives of great men often lies not in their conflict with the times and the baseness of their fellow men, but rather in their inability to postpone their work for a year or two. They cannot wait.
In every duel, the advising friends have to determine whether the parties involved might be able to wait a while longer. If they cannot, then a duel is reasonable, since each of the parties says to himself: “Either I continue to live, and the other must die at once, or vice versa.” In that case, to wait would be to continue suffering the horrible torture of offended honor in the presence of the offender. And this can be more suffering than life is worth.

soooooo, be patient… unless you REEEEEALLY need to cut a bitch.