Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Simple Math

Sometimes I Wake Up And Hope Reality's A Dream
My World Is Full Of Anger Plus Hostility Which Seems To Equal Mean
I Try To Move On But Never Forget
So Instead Of Relief All I Feel Is Regret

I Carry The Grief
I Embrace The Pain
In A Bubble Full Of Understanding
All I Feel Is Blame

You Tell Me You're Sorry
You Tell Me You Care
But Then You Do It Again
And Some How I'm Still Here

Sometimes I Go To Bed And Wonder What I Did
I Tried To Be My Best For You
I've Always Been Your Friend
But All I Get From You Is Confusion Plus Hurt
Which Seems To Equal Me Just Feeling Like Dirt

I Carry The Grief
I Embrace The Pain
In A Bubble Full Of Understanding
All I Feel Is Blame

You Tell Me You're Sorry
You Tell Me You Care
But Then You Do It Again
And Some How I'm Still Here

Somedays I Sit Down And I Ponder What Happened.
I Think Of How You Treat Me And How You Make Me Feel
And Then I Realize Its All Just Simple Math
My Life Minus You Equals A Life I Can Do

I Carried The Grief
I Embraced The Pain
In A Bubble Full Of Understanding
All I Felt Was Blame

You Told Me You're Sorry
You Told Me You Cared
But Then You Did It Again
And Now I'm Not There

Sunday, October 3, 2010

It Isn't A Choice!!!!!

I Don't Understand What Makes A Person So Sure That It Is Nothing More Than An Indisputable Choice To Like Whichever Sex They Want. Almost As If It's The Same Thing As Choosing Green Over Red Grapes, Strawberry Over Chocolate Milk, Mystery Over Romance Novels. However, By Following That Logic In Suggesting That Being Straight Is A Choice As Well Comes Off As Completely Ridiculous. And The Simple Explanation For That Is Because It Is Completely Ridiculous. Gay People Don't Choose To Be Gay Anymore Than Straight People Choose To Be Straight Or White People Choose To Be White. Depending On Their Upbringing Most Even Try Their Best To Be Straight And When That Doesn't Work Some Choose To Live Alone Forever Either Because They Are Embarrassed Or Because Their "Friends" And "Family" Would Cut Them Out Of Their Lives As Though They Were Strangers. Now I Ask You Skeptical Straight People Who Would Want To Choose That? Who Makes Life Altering Decisions Because They Want The People They've Known And Loved All Of Their Lives To Drop Them Forever Only To Live In This World Alone And Left Behind?
Why Is It Understood That Some People Love Bananas And Hate Oranges While Others Love Oranges And Hate Bananas? How Is It That People Can Accept The Possibility That You Can Have A true Preference When It Comes To Something As Meaningless As Fruit But Can't Wrap Their Head Around The Idea That Everyone Has Preference Over Who They're Attracted To?
I Do Agree With Anyone Who Says Embracing The Lifestyle Is A Choice.That Is True. Regardless Of How Much You Prefer Red Grapes It's Your Choice To Eat Them.

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Thank You (Even If You Won't Adopt Me)

In A Life Full Of Disappointing People You Stayed With Me
Listening To My Words
Keeping My Secrets
Trusting Me With Yours
Thank You

You Saw Me When I Was A Ghoat
You Heard My Silent Cries Through Fake Smiles
You Know My Demons But Still You're Here
Supporting Me
Pushing Me
Thank You

You See More In Me Than I Could Ever Dream To Be
You Never Lie To Me
I Believe You When You Say I'm Beautiful
You Give Me Hope
You Make Me Smile
Thank You


Little Red Balloon

There's A Snake Mistaken For A Man
He Spends His Days In Parks With Children
And His Nights With His Thoughts
He Has A Room For His Food
A Room For His Books
And A Room For His Little Red Balloon

Little Red Balloon
Fly High In The Sky
And Hope The Sky Never Ends
Don't Fall Down
To That Ground
Cause That's Where Evil Has Gone To Live

There Was A Boy In This World
Perfect
He Spent His Days In The Park
His Life In A Place People Told Him Was Safe
A Life That Would End In Shame
All Thanks To A Snake Armed With A Little Red Balloon

Little Red Balloon
Fly High In The Sky
And Hope The Sky Never Ends
Don't Fall Down
To That Ground
Cause That's Where Evil Has Gone To Live

There's A Snake Mistaken For A Man
He Once Was A Boy That Lived In A World Filled With Joy
But Like A Bubble That Popped His Perfect World Stopped
Now He's Just A Man With A Room
Empty Except For A Little Red Balloon

Little Red Balloon
Fly High In The Sky
And Hope The Sky Never Ends
Don't Fall Down
To That Ground
Cause That's Where Evil Has Gone To Live

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Enough Is Enough!

Madonna, Backstreet Boys, Britney Spears. Okay yes all of these people were at the top of the world at one point in time and they really do deserve props for what they have done for our pop culture. But now they need to know that it is time to just stop and pass the torch to someone else who will make their own mark in our changing world and to respect what they accomplished instead of destroying it by trying to out do it with something that they should've just left alone.

I mean look at Madonna. She is going to be 50 this year. Yet she is still dancing on cars and making out with girls on MTV award shows. Seriously Madonna has had more then her moments of fame. More like her decades. It's time to just leave the world in peace.

Backstreet Boys (BSB). Now I am going to be honest and admit that I had the hugest crush on the backstreet boys but then I grew up and shockingly enough so did they. Yet somehow they're still trying to be the boys they once were. Someone needs to break the news that the pop world has changed and that unless they can get Timbaland into doing a song with them that it's just time to let it go. And judging by the fact that Timbaland has done at least eight songs with Justin Timberlake already the odds of Timbaland doing something for the backstreet boys is about as possible as Paris Hilton swearing off clubs and joining a covent. Yeah the backstreet boys may have won the basketball game, but Justin Timberlake won the career.

Now Britney Spears did this all to herself. She could've been on the top again. Blackout was her opportunity to show the world she deserved to be back on our radar. She destroyed that opportunity with her pathetic live pity performance and that horrible excuse for a music video. She should just realize that there is almost nothing she can do to save her career now. Especially since she turned down Timbaland. Which in my opinion is career suicide. She's just over now. I don't care how many kids she's willing to adopt from foreign countries or how many camps for youthful talent she starts. All people are going to remember about her is the fact that once she had the same hair cut as vin Deasel and that her parenting skills may have been questioned just as much and maybe even more than the pale white man who held his baby out of a balcony. There is just no bouncing back from that.

Thursday, March 20, 2008

You Might Be Lazy If....

So I was bored and decided to make this list. I hope it's funny.
You Might Be Lazy If....
1 ) You think that Wal Mart should have a drive thru.
2 ) You consider the length from the couch to the kitchen to be worthy exercise for the day.
3 ) You wash your dishes while washing yourself.
4 ) Instead of choosing an outfit for the day you choose an outfit for the week.
5 ) The only time you do anything is when it's a commercial on TV
6 ) The only reason you had kids was so you would never have to do your own dishes ever again.
7 ) You decide the trip downstairs to the bathroom can wait for another hour. (Anna's joke)
8 ) Instead of getting a real pet you just never through away your potatoes.
9 ) The only time you eat is when someone else is getting up for food. (Anna's dad's joke)
10) The only reason you can quote every line from Shrek is because your to lazy to put a different movie in your DVD player.

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Clear Enough?

Color Blind - affected with partial or total inability to distinguish one or more chromatic colors.

I am color blind. I see ONLY black, white, and a few shades of gray. When ever I look at other colors I try to compare it with black or white so I can try and guess what the color is. I once was able to see red and yellow but they left me over time. I hate to tell people that I'm color blind. Partly because it's a little embarrassing for me, but mostly because of the process that follows. It always happens the same way and in the same order. It makes me question the intelligence in others sometimes. Here's how it goes.

Stage One - I can't avoid it anymore and when I'm with a friend I tell the person that I am color blind. The person asks me if I'm lieing. I tell them that I am telling the truth.

Stage Two - The person decides to test me in case it's a trick. It's a dumb test but how else are they going to believe me? They point to an object and ask me what color it is. I always reply "I don't know" and then I guess a random color. Some how I seem to guess the correct color. It happens almost everytime and I don't understand how.

Stage Three - This is where my friend jumps in and assures the person that I am color blind. Then the person tries again this time with an article of clothing that I'm wearing. Obviously I'll get that right because I already asked someone else what color it is in advance. I explain this to the person. Then they ask what color are the clothes that they're wearing. I tell them "I don't know". Then I repeat the colors I can see over again.

Stage Four - I hate this stage the most. Once I repeat the colors I can see one more time they give me one last test before the process is complete. This last test is what makes me question the intelligence of others. They tell me to guess what color their clothes are.. Even today I have no idea why that makes any difference in their decision of whether or not I am telling the truth but everyone always tells me to guess. So I humor them and guess. Sometimes I get it right and they look at me like I'm a dog that just did a cool trick. Or when I get it wrong they look at me like they finally get that I'm not lieing. Either way the person has now accepted the fact that I am telling the truth. Hereby completing the process.

I find this process both stupid and pointless. I grow tired of jumping through the same hoops everytime I tell someone that I'm a little different. Now that I think about it, maybe I'm not really embaressed about my disability. Maybe it's the feeling that after I tell someone about it, for the next couple of minutes I become nothing more then their new science expirement.