January 2010
7 posts
...or you could...
You could tell her you love her…you could tell her she’s beautiful.
You could kiss her…you could look her in the eyes and smile big enough to warm her heart.
You could tell her how happy you are…you could tell her how happy she makes you every day.
You could take her out to dinner…you could cook her favorite meal for her.
All you've got
I believe that we, as human beings, have only one purpose in life.
Let it be known that I am not a religious person. I do not believe in a God, or any number of them. I do not believe that what we do in life is fate, or determined for us by a higher purpose. I do believe that we, as human beings, have full control over our lives, and what takes place in them.
Some one was late to work a few...
Marriage
Marriage should not be difficult.
It should be something you work at, but even that should be some what enjoyable. I’m by no means old, nor am I in a long marriage as of yet. But I am in one. And I’ve already had the fortune to realize that I have something very few people actually do. And that is a good relationship with my wife.
An amazing relationship actually. We never fight,...
Asshole...
So I’m sitting down on the bus today, to go to work, where I am currently writing this, and the asshole in front of my reclines his seat all the way into my lap. Doesn’t check to see if anyone is behind him, even though I was loudly opening my backpack to grab my iPod to drown out the military brats on the bus. He just shoves his seat back into my face.
So I clear my throat at him, ...
Why do people have the need to post all the shit they find on the internet on another site on the internet that eventually gets reposted somewhere else?
If you can’t find it on your own, then it’s not for you to see…
I’m conviced that 90% of the internet is just reposts of reposts. Not original work, but somebody else work that was found through someone sharing something...
I’m about to be a father. First kid on the way, and I couldn’t be anymore excited.
We all hope that we’ll be good parents. Even the people who won’t admit it will one day look back and realize they failed something they will never get a second chance at. I for one am determined to be a good father, at the least, much better than my own. But I can’t help but stop and...
No really. Why?
I’m not even sure what’s going here yet.
I want a place to vent. About a lot of things, mostly.
About work, life, myself, other people.
And maybe a place to share.
So here goes.