The Kind of Love You Need
Have you ever met that kind of person that JUST scares you?
You know they are safe and kind and mean well and pay their taxes and say please and thank you and smile and would buy you coffee if you asked, but they just scare you?
I'm not sure what it is. It's something in the eyes or the voice or the mannerisms. It's something in the way they walk toward and away from you. Sometimes, they wear glasses; this makes their eyes seem that much larger — or smaller. It's just plain freaky.
CHEESEBURGERS
Have you ever had bacon on pizza? Bacon on a sandwich? Bacon in an omelette? Bacon on bacon? I think the only force more powerful than love is bacon because bacon is love. I once had a crush on a lady. We both mutually decided that we weren't meant for each other, but it still hurt me in my little heart. For like two days afterwards, I decided I was just going to marry bacon because bacon never did me wrong.
In all seriousness, I wouldn't marry bacon. Bacon may be passionate and exciting, but sushi is a long-term love. Sushi is kind and caring. Sushi is smooth and healthy. You can eat piles of sushi without feeling stuffed, but you always feel well-fed. That's the kind of love you need.
My goodness, all the hearts and the feelings and the hurts. Too many feelings. For most anyway. I like all the feelings. It makes me feel crazy, which makes me feel less crazy.
Here's what I mean: the world has so many confusing things to it that I start to feel like I'm crazy. I feel like I'm crazy because my heart and mind want to make sense of things, but they can't! So I feel very crazy from the outside in. However, when I feel all the feelings, I feel crazy from the inside out, and it aligns better with my circumstances, so things seem normal and parallel.
I totally want to write a story-ific thing, but I'm feeling a bit silly and unfocused. I'm not ready for Meadowvale! Stop telling me to write Meadowvale! I'm getting there. Slowly but surely. Don't pressure me. Jeepers.
What about Seven Colors? I wrote a thing, but it hardly said anything. What about Michael? I have no idea what he's doing. What about . . . I know there's someone else out there. Who is he? Right! My elementals. They're becoming closer and closer to reality. I like them. But not right now. Maybe maybe I'll just write a randomy hoopla. I really don't like it when my computer corrects me. I wanted to write "randomy" on purpose, and he chopped off my Y! The nerve.
Grammar! Don't get me started. GRAMMAR! GAH! Don't get me started.
Really don't.
You !!!!
I said mean words.
The least offensive thing I can say at the moment is that it behooves you to improve your grammar. That is all.
I'm gonna go drivel out a random story now.
You have a nice night.
You know they are safe and kind and mean well and pay their taxes and say please and thank you and smile and would buy you coffee if you asked, but they just scare you?
I'm not sure what it is. It's something in the eyes or the voice or the mannerisms. It's something in the way they walk toward and away from you. Sometimes, they wear glasses; this makes their eyes seem that much larger — or smaller. It's just plain freaky.
CHEESEBURGERS
Have you ever had bacon on pizza? Bacon on a sandwich? Bacon in an omelette? Bacon on bacon? I think the only force more powerful than love is bacon because bacon is love. I once had a crush on a lady. We both mutually decided that we weren't meant for each other, but it still hurt me in my little heart. For like two days afterwards, I decided I was just going to marry bacon because bacon never did me wrong.
In all seriousness, I wouldn't marry bacon. Bacon may be passionate and exciting, but sushi is a long-term love. Sushi is kind and caring. Sushi is smooth and healthy. You can eat piles of sushi without feeling stuffed, but you always feel well-fed. That's the kind of love you need.
My goodness, all the hearts and the feelings and the hurts. Too many feelings. For most anyway. I like all the feelings. It makes me feel crazy, which makes me feel less crazy.
Here's what I mean: the world has so many confusing things to it that I start to feel like I'm crazy. I feel like I'm crazy because my heart and mind want to make sense of things, but they can't! So I feel very crazy from the outside in. However, when I feel all the feelings, I feel crazy from the inside out, and it aligns better with my circumstances, so things seem normal and parallel.
I totally want to write a story-ific thing, but I'm feeling a bit silly and unfocused. I'm not ready for Meadowvale! Stop telling me to write Meadowvale! I'm getting there. Slowly but surely. Don't pressure me. Jeepers.
What about Seven Colors? I wrote a thing, but it hardly said anything. What about Michael? I have no idea what he's doing. What about . . . I know there's someone else out there. Who is he? Right! My elementals. They're becoming closer and closer to reality. I like them. But not right now. Maybe maybe I'll just write a randomy hoopla. I really don't like it when my computer corrects me. I wanted to write "randomy" on purpose, and he chopped off my Y! The nerve.
Grammar! Don't get me started. GRAMMAR! GAH! Don't get me started.
Really don't.
You !!!!
I said mean words.
The least offensive thing I can say at the moment is that it behooves you to improve your grammar. That is all.
I'm gonna go drivel out a random story now.
You have a nice night.
I have bad grammar sometimes. It's laziness. I don't edit my blog posts much.
ReplyDeleteSorry for pressuring you to write Meadowvale and Seven Colors. I just like your writing and want to read it.
I would marry Bacon if he asked me. There isn't a problem that can't be solved by breakfast food. I'm sold!
I'm just salty about grammar — for some good reasons, for some bad reasons.
DeleteYou pressure me, but I also pressure myself. I just ... I just want to have a book out there, but it takes time.
I would marry bacon if he asked me!
You can't marry Bacon. I dibsed him when you chose sushi over him! Surrender now!
DeleteI accept sushi. 100%.
DeleteIt appears you two have a competitor! This morning, I made bacon for my children. My son eyed the plate longingly, and said, "Bacon, you are the love of my life. I propose to you." I chuckled and he asked why, so I told him that a few weeks ago some of my friends were also talking about marrying bacon. His response: "Back off, people! The bacon's all mine!"
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