My life has been compared to an episode of Seinfeld. This is true.
If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing.
If I was in Air Supply, I'd write a song called "Love the One You Love, With Love."
Talking to my dad about "Singin' in the Rain"
Me: "Yeah, I just watched it a couple weeks ago. That Debbie Reynolds was gorgeous."
My dad: "Yeah, she was a looker."
I dance around my room to Frank Sinatra. You doubt it, but it's true.
"I like man, not men." - Ralph Waldo Emerson
I have been discovering this year, more than any previous one, that I care less and less like looking like an idiot.
"Pain or damage don't end the world. Or despair or fucking beatings. The world ends when you're dead. Until then, you got more punishment in store. Stand it like a man... and give some back."
"Grant that I may seek rather to comfort than to be comforted, to understand, than to be understood, to love, than to be loved."
I don't want to sell anything, buy anything, or process anything as a career. I don't want to sell anything bought or processed, or buy anything sold or processed, or process anything sold, bought, or processed, or repair anything sold, bought, or processed. You know, as a career, I don't want to do that.
My favorite aroma, soul silhouette.
I thoroughly believe that one cannot have too much Tom Petty, but there is a definite limit on the amount of Journey one can handle. That limit has been exceeded for the next three months, thanks in part to Becky's household.
I enjoy Honest Tea products. Especially Green Dragon Tea and Black Forest Berry.
I am also not a fan of Thunderbirds.
