I will never forgive him for the travesty that is the Mission Impossible II theme.
I haven't had much to say about myself, recently. I need to get around to figuring out how to be interesting, again. Any ways, Dyna was talking about sex, recently, and well... I guess that's the common denominator, with us all, isn't it? Sex, I mean. The problem is, I'm not all that sexy. Now, don't get me wrong, I am six feet two inches tall with dark brown hair and deep blue eyes, the color of the ocean after a storm, but that is beside the point.
I don't really get into a lot of the whole sexing that often. I mean, I like sex, but you know, a pretty girl who can play video games or talk about politics, art, or the unbearable lightness of being for several hours seems like a deeper connection than about forty five minutes of making out, fifteen to twenty minutes of aerobic exercise, and then thirty minutes of post coital play. Oh, and pizza.
I mean, sex really is just plumbing, isn't it? I dunno. I just have to put something up here, the cobwebs were piling up.
Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies, in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed. This world in arms is not spending money alone. It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists, the hopes of its children.
- President Dwight D. Eisenhower
Thursday, December 06, 2007
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It sounds more like you have a fully functional brain and not a lack of sexiness. Come on, Dude. You can get laid. Everybody can get laid. But actually wanting to hang out with them or even have sex with them again? Ahhhhh, see? That's where the brainiac factor comes in. It's a good thing, Amigo. Definitely does cut into the options, though. Gaaaaaaaaaaaawd, do I know that much is ture.
Bye the way, I never have anything interesting to write. Is it a prerequisite to posting? I just vomit dizzying nothingness. Don't stay away so long. It fucks up my morning reading. :)
:: snort, cough, sputter ::
Ha ha, you said pizza.
Oooo, how interesting, my captcha is unqxlvr... unique ex-lover...
Yeah, don't have one.
Sex is plumbing if you don't have the other stuff you mentioned. If you're lucky enough to have the connection outside of the bedroom, it just makes the indoor play that much better.
it's all part of the bigger picture. sure, you can sit and ponder life the universe and everything for hours and make a great intellectual connection, but that true, deeper emotional connection comes from the act of emotional togetherness that is sex. two people, trying to attain one goal: orgasm. plus, life without intimate contact is not a life i wish to lead.
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