There is no amount of awful in this world that a couple of hours around this table with these two, can’t erase.
curiosity. attention. emotions. that’s all what I can see …. *and a good looking jusky. :)
This is going to be a hard point to articulate well.
I remember reading someone somewhere make this very strange point once. You like someone, you become friends with the person or whatever and if anyone asks you why you like this person, you give them reason X. Then you stop liking the person….
I know what you mean… and you are weird and without any reasons I love you for that, because in everyone is some weirdness more or less, maybe you will never ever find a good reason or explanation to like someone… it’s a heart- thing!!! let your heart do the ‘talk’ and do the dance……and the party!!! … sometimes I wish I can come over to DC only to give you a big bear hug, and fly back!!! only to show you … ok, you are weird person in a weird worldand that so called» normal-ness don’t exist… and this guy who invented ‘normal’ is a sadist.
What a funny feeling.
Visiting friends I love. And you know, these are fun amazing people.
But I’m trying to explain to them that using internet explorer as your browser is insane. But they’re fine with it.
Also, they have had enough to drink, they think the music is loud enough, and they are…
well, you’re so right…. Only in a few months kids will ask their parents: “Mom, Dad whaz an Internet Explorer ?!” and they’re will take them aside and answering those innocent beings:”There were the days, we carved it out of our bones… with the pain of our souls and wetted with tears. Now, we have hundreds of multi-high-tech-browsers in rainbow colors which are much better, easier and even multi-fun in usage. IE is history, and not a good one. Now, put your helmet on and run to your boring neighbor friend and play with his dog.”
—- and I think, my Dear Jusky … you get better and better with each and every day you passed, like red wine. :)
I put on Azzman’s spectacles and now I feel like I’m ready to read everyone a story. Who wants me to read them a story?
me. …some Kurt Tucholsky or Jean-Paul Satre, please. :)