I am selfish, impulsive and insecure. I am reserved, reclusive and at times apathetic. I make mistakes and oftentimes can be hard to handle. Those of you who have experienced me at my worst, are truly deserving of my best.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Our time will come...
It is not that I have no interest. I am very conscious of the issue. It is not that I am not passionate about the matter. I want it just as badly as everyone else. At this time I feel we have more pressing matters to tackle... Our time, like it has for others, will come. Despite my views on the matter, I want highlight (just like many other people have) Keith Olbermann's heartfelt speech on Countdown...
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
HB MR
Reluctance
Robert Frost
Out through the fields and the woods
And over the walls I have wended;
I have climbed the hills of view
And looked at the world, and descended;
I have come by the highway home,
And lo, it is ended.
The leaves are all dead on the ground,
Save those that the oak is keeping
To ravel them one by one
And let them go scraping and creeping
Out over the crusted snow,
When others are sleeping.
And the dead leaves lie huddled and still,
No longer blown hither and thither;
The last lone aster is gone;
The flowers of the witch hazel wither;
The heart is still aching to seek,
But the feet question "Whither?"
Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?
Robert Frost
Out through the fields and the woods
And over the walls I have wended;
I have climbed the hills of view
And looked at the world, and descended;
I have come by the highway home,
And lo, it is ended.
The leaves are all dead on the ground,
Save those that the oak is keeping
To ravel them one by one
And let them go scraping and creeping
Out over the crusted snow,
When others are sleeping.
And the dead leaves lie huddled and still,
No longer blown hither and thither;
The last lone aster is gone;
The flowers of the witch hazel wither;
The heart is still aching to seek,
But the feet question "Whither?"
Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?
Patsy & Edwina = Larry & Manny
Oh how I miss those days... Love you kiddo! See you soon!
Oprah: Busting A Nut!
I was just clearing my throat...
I stumble gracefully
OMG, Sunday Tweakers!
Oprah: Busting A Nut!
I was just clearing my throat...
I stumble gracefully
OMG, Sunday Tweakers!
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
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