"UGH! I just stepped in something"
"Your dignity?"
Yes, I just went there.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Just Be YOU
The life of every man is a diary in which he means to write one story, and writes another. ~James Matthew Barrie
Always be a first-rate version of yourself, instead of a second-rate version of somebody else. ~Judy Garland
If you cannot be a poet, be the poem. ~David Carradine
A man who is "of sound mind" is one who keeps the inner madman under lock and key. ~Paul Valéry, Mauvaises pensées et autres, 1942
Always be a first-rate version of yourself, instead of a second-rate version of somebody else. ~Judy Garland
If you cannot be a poet, be the poem. ~David Carradine
A man who is "of sound mind" is one who keeps the inner madman under lock and key. ~Paul Valéry, Mauvaises pensées et autres, 1942
Monday, May 12, 2008
Relationship problems and a pickup line that could help
I wish I were a tear so i could start in your eyes, live on your face, and die on your lips.
Sleep Troubles
One person's dream is another person's nightmare! (Bay you know what I mean, You better anyway)
A couple interesting side notes
Serious people have few ideas. People with ideas are never serious. -- Paul Valery
First Rule of History: History doesn't repeat itself -- historians merely repeat each other.
Classmates?
While waiting for my first appointment in the reception room of a new dentist, I noticed his certificate, which bore his full name. Suddenly, I remembered that a tall, handsome boy with the same name had been in my high school class some 45 years ago. Upon seeing him, however, I quickly discarded any such thought. This balding, gray-haired man with the deeply lined face was too old to have been my classmate. After he had examined my teeth, I asked him if he had attended the local high school. "Yes," he replied. "When did you graduate?" I asked. "In 1952." "Why, you were in my class!" I exclaimed. He looked at me closely, and then asked, "What did you teach?"
First Rule of History: History doesn't repeat itself -- historians merely repeat each other.
Classmates?
While waiting for my first appointment in the reception room of a new dentist, I noticed his certificate, which bore his full name. Suddenly, I remembered that a tall, handsome boy with the same name had been in my high school class some 45 years ago. Upon seeing him, however, I quickly discarded any such thought. This balding, gray-haired man with the deeply lined face was too old to have been my classmate. After he had examined my teeth, I asked him if he had attended the local high school. "Yes," he replied. "When did you graduate?" I asked. "In 1952." "Why, you were in my class!" I exclaimed. He looked at me closely, and then asked, "What did you teach?"
Saturday, May 10, 2008
A friend and a carnival
I went to a carnival for my church the other day, and invited a pretty good friend of mine. She's nice, and smart, and is probably going to read this and laugh at me. But just so my friend knows, I appreciated her coming, I had a good time, and(As you can see) I added something new to my blog, just for her. You rock Bay.
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