August 2012
people
it makes me sad when i see homeless people on the street ask for help, and all the people passing by pretend to “OOPZ” not see them. i am guilty of this, but i promise myself to always look at them in the eye. maybe give the poor man a damn burger. that shit is 1 buck and this human is starving. or heartbroken. perhaps sans family. ive heard a few stories from homeless people, and...
July 2012
ponder this about them and us:
Its funny (not funny at all) how we (meaning, what I assume is a lot of people) always think of others. Always. Just as I am now. We think of people, what they do, what they think, we remember things like how they dress, perhaps a memory… Or their sway in their walk or their voice when they talk. But have you, fellow reader, ever considered that other people do the same? And you, I’m...
Conclusions.
i need concusions.
but for now, i THINK i…..
why the fuck am i writing a post about this?
this is so awkward, nobody needs to know.
yet again, i write on here for me. this blog says ME all over it.
conclusion: i wish Don were around
conclusion: i wish my balls were bigger than my ego
if they were, then i’d take a lot more chances and say what i wish to say without being afraid...
