"He uses statistics as a drunken man uses lampposts -- for support, rather than for illumination."
Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation. --Oscar Wilde, De Profundis, 1905
Thursday, January 27, 2005
Sunday, January 16, 2005
"Build for yourself a strongbox, fashion each part with care. When it's strong as your hand can make it, put all your troubles there. Hide there all thought of your failures, and each bitter cup that you quaff. Lock all your heartaches within it, then sit on the lid and laugh."-- Bertha Adams Backus
And now that scared little girl no longer follows me wherever I go, I miss her. I do. Cause there are things I want to tell her...to relax, to lighten up, that it's all going to be okay. I want her to know that meeting people who like you, who understand you, who actually accept you for who you are, will become an increasingly rare occurance. These people contributed to who I am, they are with me wherever I go, and as history gets rewritten in small ways with each passing day, my love for them only grows. Because the truth is it was the best of times. Mistakes were made, hearts were broken, harsh lessons learned, but all that has receded into fond memory now. How does it happen? Why are we so quick for forget the bad and romanticize that good? Maybe it's because we need to believe that the time we spend together acutally meant something, that we were there for eachother in a time in our lives that defined us all, a time in our lives we will never forget. I can't swear this is exactly how it happened. But this is how it felt.~Joey(Dawson's Creek)
Women are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the tree. Most men don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they just take the rotten apples from the ground that aren't as good, but easy....... The apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in reality, they're amazing. They just have to wait for the right man to come along, the one who's brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree. Share this with other women who are good apples, even those who have already been picked! Now Men.... Men are like a fine wine. They begin as grapes, and it's up to women to stomp the shit out of them until they turn into something acceptable to have dinner with.
Monday, January 10, 2005
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