Most of you already know how I feel about love. It's a chemical addiction/reaction based on what you get from the other person. Once you stop getting those things from them you can just as easily fall out of love with them. About a month ago, my theory changed. I know, I know. Austin and love? That's like a duck and peanut butter. What happened you might ask. Did baby Jesus come down and show Austin the error of his ways? No such luck.
I was driving to work, stopped at a stoplight, spying in on the people beside me. It was a Dad and his little kid. The kid was locked into his car seat in the back seat, crying his eyes out. All of a sudden the Dad turns around and makes this horrible, funny? face. Instantly the kid cheers up. He does it a few more times, before the light changes. Big deal right? It got my thinking however. That's Love. This guy is making a fool out of himself, just to make his kid happy. He's not getting anything out of it. He wasn't irritated by the crying or trying to make the boy shut up. It was an act purely for making the little one happy. I pulled past them, when the light changed, smiling to myself. Now that's Love.
It's not this immature, "I have to see you or I'll die" crap, or "I love you I love you I love you" B.S. Love is the desire to make someone happy, just to make them happy. I want someone that will make a fool of themselves when I have a bad day. I want someone to make smile in the car. I'm in no hurry. It will come, haven't found that yet though. Till then I'll wait patiently. Thanks dude in car that I laughed at. Your awesome.
That's right. It's a two for one day.
I'm a little hesitant to share this with everyone on the web but.... I have a little creepy past time, or surfing habit. Like a lot of people, I do the whole stumble thing. Its a fun way of finding new sites, new photos, all sorts of things. If you don't know what I'm talking about Google that shit. Well I found a new way to stumble, without the Stumble part. After I post here, I go to my blog, make sure it looks right (I very seldom proof read), then I go up to the top and hit next. Go ahead try it. Yup, it brings you to some random person's personal blog. Weird feature to have ain't it? It's like walking into some unknown guys house and looking through his mail, scrapbooks, and photo albums. I'm amazed at some of the stuff people post on here. Anything from family photos, wedding pictures, creepy love poems, to a photo of a kid on the pot. Do they not realize anyone can get to their blog. Maybe they're like me and just don't care. If that's the case, kudos to them. But some of the sites you got to wonder... The best blogs though, have to be the blogs from other countries. Half the time I don't have a clue what their saying, but the pics are great. I dare you to try it. Give the next button a few clicks and see what comes up. No one will know...as long as you don't post it on your blog that is. Just be warned, there is some scary shit out there.
I'm a little hesitant to share this with everyone on the web but.... I have a little creepy past time, or surfing habit. Like a lot of people, I do the whole stumble thing. Its a fun way of finding new sites, new photos, all sorts of things. If you don't know what I'm talking about Google that shit. Well I found a new way to stumble, without the Stumble part. After I post here, I go to my blog, make sure it looks right (I very seldom proof read), then I go up to the top and hit next. Go ahead try it. Yup, it brings you to some random person's personal blog. Weird feature to have ain't it? It's like walking into some unknown guys house and looking through his mail, scrapbooks, and photo albums. I'm amazed at some of the stuff people post on here. Anything from family photos, wedding pictures, creepy love poems, to a photo of a kid on the pot. Do they not realize anyone can get to their blog. Maybe they're like me and just don't care. If that's the case, kudos to them. But some of the sites you got to wonder... The best blogs though, have to be the blogs from other countries. Half the time I don't have a clue what their saying, but the pics are great. I dare you to try it. Give the next button a few clicks and see what comes up. No one will know...as long as you don't post it on your blog that is. Just be warned, there is some scary shit out there.
8/27/08
I don't know how many times I have to hear the stupid name, Austin Powers. It never fails, meet someone new, they think they're going to be original and funny, "hey Austin Powers." Usually I'm nice about it and give them a little grin or chuckle. Like flirting with an ugly kid, just to give them something to write in their diary about. "Dear diary" they'll write after unlocking their little fuzzy pink book, "Today I met a guy named Austin. You'll never guess what I said to him. Go ahead guess. I said, like Austin Powers? It was hysterical. Philis from down the hall must of almost wet herself. I can't believe how funny I am sometimes. Maybe I should be in stand up...Austin Powers... ha" Then they'll lock their little book up and go to sleep dreaming of their stand up career that is doomed to fail and will surely end in some kind of overdose or deadly mugging. But honestly, inside, every time I hear that overused reference I'm thinking to myself "good one smart a--, like I've never heard that before. Wow! Where the hell you get that from?" (That's what I write in my diary just fyi) Where I draw the line though is when they add the "yeah baby". WTF?! Your an idiot and deserve to know you're one. Instantly the smile fads and I give them my best "shoot my now" look, and if I really decide to get my point across I'll add the "never heard that one before." That usually evaporates any joy they might of had coming up with their laughable attempt at humor. Stop with the bad movie references. They're not funny, not original, and not witty. Your a goober for thinking about it and all it says about you is that you have no sense of humor to call your own and that you enjoy really bad movies, movies for some reason, that keep getting made. Yeah baby. No! No baby! No!
Ready for this? I want a kid. Everyone else gets a little one to fuck up, why not me. Apparently God just hands them out.
8/15/08
"you don't look like the whipped cream type" -Starbucks worker.. What the hell does that mean? I'm not the whipped cream type? Maybe I don't look like the fun, whipped cream loving type of people they usually get. I was however wearing yellow shoes and a Yo Gabba Gabba shirt. How much fun can you have at Starbucks? I guess I shouldn't get to upset, I'm not the whipped cream type, but what about me screams "I don't want your fluffy, artificially sweetened topping!!!"?
8/14/08
I was sitting outside of Starbucks, doing the usual on my days off, reading and watching people, when a guy drove up on a motorcycle. If your anything like me, every time you see someone on a motorcycle, built for speed (cruising bikes just aren't the same), you give them a second look. So I'm sitting there waiting for him to take the helmet off when I realize where he parked his bike. Apparently the striped spot between handicapped spaces is not meant as a space for those who need a little extra room when getting in and out of their cars. Nooooo it's so this ass doesn't have to walk like the rest of us.
Come to think of it, this seems to be a common thing among those who ride motorcycles. You always see a bike parked next to the handicapped places or on that little oval of pavement at the end of the row of cars. No each place between the stripes is not a separate parking spot for bikes. Maybe it's just a personality thing. They have that extra daring gene in them that makes them want to ride a engine on two wheels and along with that gene comes the "i don't give a f--- about no stinking lines" attitude. What if someone in a wheelchair needed that space to get out of their car? Or maybe they needed to get up the ramp you so conveniently blocked? Go park your bike like the rest of us, in a parking spot. Have some courtesy and think about others for a change.
Oh and by the way, the guy, so not worth the extra time away from my book. I always get my hopes up just to be let down.
Come to think of it, this seems to be a common thing among those who ride motorcycles. You always see a bike parked next to the handicapped places or on that little oval of pavement at the end of the row of cars. No each place between the stripes is not a separate parking spot for bikes. Maybe it's just a personality thing. They have that extra daring gene in them that makes them want to ride a engine on two wheels and along with that gene comes the "i don't give a f--- about no stinking lines" attitude. What if someone in a wheelchair needed that space to get out of their car? Or maybe they needed to get up the ramp you so conveniently blocked? Go park your bike like the rest of us, in a parking spot. Have some courtesy and think about others for a change.
Oh and by the way, the guy, so not worth the extra time away from my book. I always get my hopes up just to be let down.
8/12/08
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