Category: Words

Things I like

You’ve probably noticed that I like a lot of things. Way more things than I dislike. Tonight, I am grateful for one thing in particular: guys who have perfectly messy  hair and are not afraid to commit excessive public displays of affection in sports bars. Or is that two things? I suppose they are different things. It’s not like the hair and PDAs are related. 

I also like Boneyard’s Hop Venom. A lot. That is also unrelated to guys with great hair or PDAs. I suppose there is a case to be made for an increase in the number of PDAs which occur after Hop Venom is consumed.

Then there are noodles. I love noodles. 

OK–usually I don’t edit…however….

I fell sound asleep while writing this. Woke up with my iPad on my pillow. I don’t even have the excuse of too much Hop Venom. I had 1.5 beers last night.  Not sure where the noodles came from…I must have already been sleeping when I typed that.

Oops!

Something’s got to give..

At a certain point, I just need to cut back on something. If I am going to write, I need to write. 

But what should I cut back?

Oh, right. 

Something that isn’t important. 

But it’s all important. 

Well, fuck. 

Priorities. I’m going to have to set them: getting some exercise, reading, writing, having dinner, going to bed at a civilized hour. Those are my weekday priorities when I get home from work. 

I am simply going to have to spend less time man shopping. Man shopping takes more time than you might think. Or do a little less eating. I could stand to eat less anyway.. Or I could go out less often. 

Ooh! I know! I can only shop for men while I am exercising. That could do it. 

Hmmm…

Solutions are good..but do I have to will to execute the plan??

Stand by and see. If the blog continues to suck you’ll know it didn’t work out as planned.

An imaginary conversation about just wondering

Don’t you ever wonder?

Wander?

No, wonder. 

About what?

Things…

Things?

Things!

Any specific things?

Yeah!

I’m not following you…

Don’t you wonder? About things? Just in general? Like while you’re walking around?

What in the hell are you talking about? And don’t sigh at me. Explain. 

But I like to sigh. It’s like a tiny little meditation. 

It is almost entirely unlike meditation. 

It’s like the cleansing breath you take before you start. 

Is there some reason for any of this?

For wondering about things?

No, for your questions. 

No. Why do you ask so many questions you already know the answer to?

Why do you ask so many questions that make no sense?

Because I wonder. And if I wonder, I ask. 

Maybe you should cut down. 

On wondering?

No, on questions. 

But if I stop asking questions, then I’ll hardly talk at all…

..   …    ….

You want me to stop taking, too?? But I just started!

No, no. Keep talking. Work on making more sense. 

You aren’t very whimsical. 

Sure I am. 

Not so much. That’s OK. I love you anyway. 

Love you, too. Now shut the hell up. 

Good night. 

Shhhh.