Piranhas

Hiding behind a gaze of steel, a charm throwing spotlight and a shark fin, I swim with them.

Barely elevating myself above piranha bait. How could I know? A well disguised nibble might feel like something different even as the blood flows into the water and sparks the feeding frenzy.

The blood is the proof.

Sharks smell blood which would help me, were I one.

I'm not a shark

Just a guy with a detachable shark fin who thinks he can swim with the piranhas and come out unscathed.

I Like You the Best

O sad neglected corner of Internet Space. Don't bat those sad, tired eyes at me like I know what empathy is.

You know you're my favorite, my little surrogate Tweetlonger service that you are.

With that out of the way (maybe there are people watching) the question for the day is:

Why do people make phone calls when they are standing in line waiting for something else, e.g.

*Bring* *Bring* (Although my phone ring is more like 'Check it out, check it out, check out,' courtesy of some Mary van Note voice thievery)

Me: Hallo (Affected Brit-person accent and all)

Friend: Hey man, oh hold on a second I need to make this order cause it's my turn in line.

Me: OH OK (Nodding silently to the beat of imaginary hold music)

(The rest is irrelevant)
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Seriously. If American schools aren't going to teach civics they should at least teach cell phone etiquette. DON'T CALL ME IF YOU'RE NOT READY TO TALK!

I love y'all but come on: Spare me.

So, ummmm, how y'all doing anyway? Anything cool happen lately? Discuss.

Antipathy

Blogging about not blogging is like watching a reality show about blogging.

Being somewhat of a recluse

I find that I'm drawn to other recluses which makes for some positively heart stopping conversation if you manage to get one going.

*Listens to the silence*

See my point?

Always and Forever

Driving me nuts with that thing you do every single time.

Thirty three years old and everything is exactly the same as if it was yesterday all over again, every day for the rest of my life.

I've always had the feeling

That if you looked close enough, you could see the zipper on that guy, unzip that human sized suit he's wearing and another person would fall out, a totally different person.

Description.

She was unlike anything I could ever have imagined a person to be.

If you could imagine that.