a little heart felt

shout out to: my cousin roman, and my friends, brian, rachel, matt, tyler, as well as, various others i visited in college park this past weekend.
good music, good poetry, good company.
my honorary toothbrush has not been faithful...

christine, someone played a tribute for you.

liar liar pants on fire

sometimes people get suckered into crappy television, but i don't have cable thusly i get suckered into crappy internet articles

True lie #3: The more attractive you are, the more people will lie to youSocial psychologists Wade Rowatt, Michael Cunningham, and Perri Druen showed people photos of possible dates who were either considered to be very attractive or rather unattractive. Along with each picture was info about the person’s beliefs and preferences. When subjects were asked who they thought they’d get along with on a date, subjects lied most about their own beliefs and characteristics when faced with the prospect of an attractive date

True lie #7:Think liars don’t care about other people? Often, just the opposite is the caseOne of our stereotypes about liars is that they’re cold, scheming, manipulative, and don’t really care about people. Some liars really are that way. But far more people lie because they do care. Liars are frequently tempted to fib when they think that other people would not like them just the way they are. So they lie and pretend to be different so that other people will like, respect, or care about them more.

True lie #9: Even after lying to their romantic partners, liars claim that they are not bad peopleKaplar and Gordon found that people who lie to their romantic partners do typically feel guilty about their lies. But they do not think that they are bad or even dishonest people. Instead, they think of themselves as basically honest people who got caught in a bad situation.

http://lifestyle.msn.com/relationships/articlematch.aspx?cp-documentid=11994310&page=1

In case of dystopian society...

buy steroids
grow a beard
join the circus

bike route

baltimore city
a fantastic place to bike
i really love doing this +
espcially at night
= probably a bad combination, that my poor judgement leads me to think is good



seriously though, i really enjoy biking in the city wether its out of necessity or for fun.

the other evening i was feeling kind of down and ended up blowing off a friend b/c i couldn't get my shit together for various reasons. so when i called to apologize and explain, he very kindly asked me for a bike ride. get my endrophines up, enjoy myself etc.

so we went on a bike path that went through the city i fell in love with. we started in mt. vernon where he lives and went down to middle branch park and back. we went through some pretty strange areas and i'm pretty sure we biked past a meth lab.

oh, baltimore, i love you.

she didn't even blink

i'm not very affectionate person
and i'm sorry to say it
i just find human touch to be unsettling sometimes
my mother is the same way
if i really like a person its more than automatic, somewhat complusive to be affectionate, but that person really has to matter.

so i have come to greatly admire my cousin rachel. who is overly affectionate in all the right ways. shes heartwarming and loving and i love being around her.
something that has always impressed me was the time she had something in her eye. she walked up to me like it was the most normal thing in the world and put her face in mine and pulled down her low-lid and asked, "is there something in my eye?"
and there was and she asked me to get it out for. she stood there and didn't even blink as i gladly stuck my finger in her eye (very gently) and fished out the eyelash. she didn't blink because she trusted me.
trust, affection, love.

the piano

And the wind said,
"Remember how we used to play?"

Then the wind took her hand and said,

"Come, come with me."

But she refused.

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"One day when my mother and father were singing together in the forest, a great storm blew up out of nowhere. But so passionate was their singing that they did not notice, nor did they stop as the rain began to fall, and when their voices rose for the final bars of the duet a great bolt of lighting came out of the sky and struck my father so that he lit up like a torch. And at the same moment my father was struck dead my mother was struck dumb! She never spoke another word."

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A very good movie.

chin up

detoxing/leaving all the poisionous aspects behind
breathing deep and keeping my head up