Are nice to nest in and snuggle with, but just not quite the same as a warm, passionate woman. Just sayin'

Can cause the biggest smiles.

Maybe just the more I try to understand the more my ignorance shows. Or the more I try to please the less pleasant I become. Heck, could it be that when I was looking left the world passed by on the right? Time to put the top down on the car, take a ride and ponder...

John Denver - Sunshine on my shoulder makes me happy!
Jefferson Starship - It's just another sunny Saturday
Chicago - Saturday in the park
ONJ - You have to believe it was magic.

Just a few lines to add some cheer to the day!

Wait, wrong intro. More long ago in a blog that caught my attention and made me think, a member wrote an eloquent dissertation about the site and how it should be more than " suck this, fuck that, great tits, huge cock, I'm so wet, etc.". What an insight! So right! Then this member proceeded over the years to go straight down that road. She was an attention hound, and she learned that smart, witty, biting comments received no response. And since it was the spotlight she craved her comments went the way of "popular". Sad. Don't get me wrong, there is a lot of great flesh here, but there is a lot of grey matter as well that keeps getting pushed further in the shadows. Ah well, time for me to shut up and say I am so hard that I want to fuck some wet pussy...

If you have ever had a spill of antifreeze you know this is the way it is: your pets, dogs, cats, love it. The taste is so sweet that they just can't get enough of it. And it is lethal. Once they have tasted of it they will die, as sure as the Sun will rise. And it is a painful death. So, let's rename Love antifreeze. It is so sweet you have to consume all of it that comes your way; it is so lethal it will kill you. Know what? Let's also just rename me antifreeze also. Woman just think I am so sweet and they just can't get enough of me, and I will subject them to a sure, slow, painful death when it comes to a relationship. Of course it kills me too, piece by piece. And the more of me that dies, the more I am numb. I know it hurts both of us, but I have lost so much feeling that I infuse us both with the pain, and I feel it less and less as my heart hardens more and more. Do you remember the movie "American Werewolf in London"? When the lead character, the werewolf, relalizes what he has has become, he shouts to his lady love "I love you, stay away from me!!!" He knows that her love will draw her close, and in his werewolf state he will kill her, rip her heart out. That is me. If you have any feeling for me, I will say to you "I love you, stay away from me". If you don't, I will rip your heart out. I don't mean to, I am a creature of habit, and I do what I know. Stay away, let me suffer in solitude.

It seems for all of the blogs and status updates there is quite a balance going on. For everyone that is experiencing the first blush of romance there is someone suffering the pain of a relationship gone bad. For those who write about the satisfaction of having spent happy years with the "right one" there is someone lamenting the lost time of years trapped in mediocrity. For stories of sickness, those of healing, for stories of triumph, those of despair.

The world runs on balance. So the next time you are gripped in the darkness of things gone wrong, take comfort in knowing that for someone else things are going well and that it will for you as well. And the next time the world is your oyster, remember there are those suffering, and you will at some time as well. Be happy of your highs but temperate, accept your lows but don't get lost in despair, it will get better.

Balance...

Wait, wrong joke. Let me start over.

A man dies and his widow goes to the funeral home to make the arrangements. The mortician is a stunning blonde woman, who seems capable but, well, blonde. The man was wearing a beautiful black suit at the time of his death and the widow, looking at him, turns to the blonde and says "I know that his suit looks good, but I always liked him in blue. Here is a blank check, please spare no expense but get a nice blue suit to bury him in." The blonde assures her she will take care of everything. The next day the widow arrives just a bit before everyone else so she can go view the body. There is her husband in a gorgeous blue suit. She is so pleased with the job the blonde did, she tells her how wonderful he looks and asks how much was spent on the new suit. "No charge" says the blonde. "How can that be?" she asks. The blonde explains that right after she had left yesterday another body had come in, a gentleman who was almost exactly the same size her husband. He had on a beautiful blue suit, but his widow said she always like him better in black, could they take care of arranging that. At that moment the blonde mortician had a great idea. "So," she explained to the widow, "since you wanted your husband in a blue suit and she wanted hers in a black suit, and since she wanted hers in a black suit, and since they were almost identical in size,"
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"I just cut their heads off and switched bodies!"

Easy should be, well, easy! Why is it we make it so difficult?

Everything is fine, and I want you to sleep well tonight, let the world turn without you tonight, close your eyes, close your eyes and forget all about it tonight...