Could I spill the words from my mouth on how I ache they would be inadequate bursts of air from the time they parted my lips.Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Just Say Yes
Could I spill the words from my mouth on how I ache they would be inadequate bursts of air from the time they parted my lips.Monday, August 9, 2010
Friday, August 6, 2010
OMFG>>>I AM SO HORNY FOR SOME REASON! Gagh!
Thursday, July 29, 2010
HE TOUCHES HER
***COPIED FROM MY OTHER BLOG...CUZ...WELL...ITS JUST THAT SWEET******
Tonight at the gym a scene struck me..It made me smile..it made me laugh a little..it even gave me goosebumps. There they were, surely in their mid-eighties smack dab in the middle of the free-weight room. They stood out like frail fish out of water against the back drop of heavy weights and beefy guys with tattoos. She was tiny in her little gray sweat suit with the bottoms pulled up way too high. He was a proud Marine with his red Marine baseball cap and a old Semper Fi tattoo on his now frail forearm. Surely, one of our last few living vets of WWII. They sat on weight machines moving ever so slowly with the pin always set to the lightest weight plodding through their exercises side-by-side.
I imagine he hadn't touched her in years, ya know in THAT way. I could be wrong, but I am probably right, yet the way she looked at him with that cute wry smile and the way he looked at her as a protector and so endearing ...well...they touched each other in a much deeper way each and every time...*sigh*
Tonight at the gym a scene struck me..It made me smile..it made me laugh a little..it even gave me goosebumps. There they were, surely in their mid-eighties smack dab in the middle of the free-weight room. They stood out like frail fish out of water against the back drop of heavy weights and beefy guys with tattoos. She was tiny in her little gray sweat suit with the bottoms pulled up way too high. He was a proud Marine with his red Marine baseball cap and a old Semper Fi tattoo on his now frail forearm. Surely, one of our last few living vets of WWII. They sat on weight machines moving ever so slowly with the pin always set to the lightest weight plodding through their exercises side-by-side.I imagine he hadn't touched her in years, ya know in THAT way. I could be wrong, but I am probably right, yet the way she looked at him with that cute wry smile and the way he looked at her as a protector and so endearing ...well...they touched each other in a much deeper way each and every time...*sigh*
Monday, July 26, 2010
Friday, July 23, 2010
Yeah so I'm a Pop Whore...
Whatever!...I can listen to a Puccini opera...be diggin' a Miles Davis chart...enjoying a Sondheim musical, and even two step to some country music all in one day. I love rock hard and soft, techno, rap, hip-hop even mariachi. There is great music in almost every genre. However, I am a closet pop music whore. Oh yeah I listen to it. I listen to it a lot. Especially in my truck, when I am traveling I will listen to it loud and proud.However I am a closet pop whore because only a few of my friends know my predilection for pop, and if someone pulls up along side me and I have pop playing I will immediately switch my iPod to something "cooler" like rap or hard rock! :-)
This is Selena Gomez another Disney pop Whore creation, but this song is gets me thinking about a lot of things.... A LOT...any way I don't know what it is maybe it is the beat, the chord progressions, the lyrical ideas..but it just works. Anyway..it's Friday...lighten up...turn it up..and enjoy!
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