2:30 a.m.
distance.
times like these, all i want to do is lay my head in his lap.
distance.
i feel like i’m learning to breathe.
distance.
but why?
distance.
distance.
times like these, all i want to do is lay my head in his lap.
distance.
i feel like i’m learning to breathe.
distance.
but why?
distance.
Lately there has been much talk about members of congressional and political leaders who have been involved in corrupt sex scandals. Okay, so I don’t think there is such thing as a non-corrupt sex scandal, so using the term “corrupt” was pretty pointless.
And then, they start pleading to the public about how there is something immensely wrong with them and how they need serious help…you know the rest.
But why can’t they just be honest? “She was hot.” Three words.
After all, their careers in politics are pretty much shot to hell anyway, so why can’t they just leave with dignity?
Especially Congressman David Wu - a hot teenager wanted you. YOU?! How often in your lifetime will THAT ever happen again?! You look like a balding monkey that mated with my grandfather. So odds are, that’ll never happen again.
It would honestly be pretty badass if you just got up there in your color-blocked, Charlie Sheen button-down shirt and vacation bags by your side and said, “I did it because she was hot. Who wouldn’t?!”
I should probably delete this sometime soon.
Ehhh…after dinner.
For all of my journalism colleagues out there facing graduation, and about to enter into the world of searching for a job in the field: I present the legend herself, Gilda Radner…
“Should auld acquaintance be forgot, I hope you hear my plea! Roseanne, my dear, you’ll get a job if you listen to me! Just sit quite still and don’t you move during your interview! ‘Cause if you move, your boss will think the fart came out of you!”
Just two more weeks until I head out to New York, and then I’ll be going home to him.
Finally.
I awoke again feeling emptiness in my heart. I miss those mornings where I would wake up in the same position I would fall asleep - upon his chest, with my ear to his heart.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
It’s probably my most favorite sound in the whole world. Especially when my heart would synchronize with his and it would just dance to the beat as if he were laying down endless beats, track after track.
He would still be sleeping, but he never ceased to always be playing with the knots in my hair with his fingertips. Then somehow, my eyes would grow heavy and all of that would just put me back to sleep again.
She taught me how to be fabulous. She is one woman who radiates more class than the magnificent Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis herself, the woman who practically invented class.
I remember my mother singing, “I’m going to wash that man right out of my hair” and other such songs of strength from Broadway musicals to me when I was growing up. She would buy me the finest dresses and make sure I always went out with my hair perfectly done.
My mother taught me to be strong. She taught me to never settle for less. She taught me to hold my own, and to fall in love with a man who treats his mother like a queen. I did.
She taught me to never trust a man with thin lips, and to never trust a woman who flirts with another woman’s man. I don’t.
My mother taught me to get back on the horse faster than I have time to hit the ground.
Most importantly, my mother taught me to never, EVER put myself down. No matter what. Shit happens, and in the scheme of life you only have yourself to rely on. Nobody else can dictate your own happiness. So put the love you have for yourself first, because if you don’t, you’ll be letting down the most important person you’ll ever have in this world - you.
Very rarely do media coverage delve deeper into situations, looking at cause and effect. The truth is, it’s so easy for us to label people, countries, groups, etc. as the good and the bad - and that’s exactly how a lot of foreign issues are covered. You have the good characters, and then you have the evil characters.
Okay, I’m not saying that there aren’t the crazy characters…because we’ve clearly seen some insane rationale here with Qaddafi himself. Then we also have leaders who favor mass genocides, which is obviously a terrible, terrible thing.
I guess, it really depends on the angle you’re looking at, and how much we know about the situation. Most of the world would agree Hosni Mubarak stood for oppression…which, is true. He was also an ally to the United States, signed a peace treaty with Israel, and won awards for his peace efforts. OKAY, OKAY, I know you’re still going to say that doesn’t excuse the “leadership” he portrayed for his own people.
I’m not trying to excuse actions that have caused irreparable harm to millions of people throughout the world. I would just like the media to do a better job at explaining the reasons for these actions, and the ripple effects of these conflicts.
We see everything from the views and ethics we’ve held true to our entire lives, so it’s easiest to understand outrageously foreign concepts, views and ethics by deeming them as “wrong”.
These little guys are so cute in the most bizarre way.