One needs balls

to fall in love and commit to that choice. It's easy to fall in love and be flimsy with your actions. It's easy to not commit and to not make a decision or a stand or a choice. All of that requires no effort.

Real men fall in love and make choices- they fight for what they believe in.

Once I commit to something, nothing can make me budge from it, not even my own mind. That makes me a real man.

Somewhere in the world tonight

Someone's falling in love for the first time.

Everything's alright.

Nostalgia

The flood of tears from my eyes waters my dreams away
The flood of tears from my eyes wets my pillow, dripping from the corner of my eyes
The flood of tears falling from my eyes inflicts wounds upon my heart

Say hello to my new friends- these dark, lonely nights.
I seem to have lost my way- nothing in this path is mine anymore

Every moment, every minute, is a torture that I bear
Every moment, every minute, I find myself saying,

I've forgotten you, right? Then why do your memories still bring tears to my eyes?

Whenever my mind recounts the countless stories belonging to us that my heart wrote,

Those very moments haunt me and ask about the reason for this separation,

Dear lord, if this is your decision, then I must abide by it, your will is final..

I was only there with you for a few good moments, and then our path separated us so,

that I started losing myself and began separating from my own soul

Pray for me, dear heart, save me from this pain.

Despite being with you, I could never be yours, and I say to myself- I've forgotten you, right? Then why do your memories well my eyes with tears?

Guts vs Balls

Haha! Oh, this one's too good to not share-


We've all heard about people having guts or balls. But do you really know the difference between them? In an effort to keep you informed, the definition of each is listed below:

"GUTS" is arriving home late after a night out with the guys, being assaulted by your wife with a broom, and having the guts to say, "are you still cleaning or are you flying somewhere?"

"BALLS" is coming home late after a night out with the guys smelling of perfume and beer, lipstick on your collar, slapping your wife on the ass and having the balls to say, "You're next!"

Diamonds

A kiss on the hand may be Quite Continental,

But Diamonds are a girls' best friend.

A kiss may be grand but it won't pay the rental on your humble flat,

Or help you feed your hungry pussycat.

Men grow cold as girls grow old, and we all lose our charms in the end.

But square-cut or pear-shaped, these rocks don't lose their shape.

Diamonds are a girl's best friends!

Some sexy ads

This may be one of the sexiest ads ever, followed by this one (the second ad is better, but Kiera Knightley is way too skinny to be sexy)

I forgive

The tears I shed, I forgive.
The suffering and disappointments, I forgive.
The betrayals and lies, I forgive.
The world with all its evil, I forgive.
The punches that were given, I forgive.
The shattered dreams, I forgive.
The dead hopes, I forgive.
The disaffection and jealousy, I forgive.
The indifference and ill will, I forgive.
The injustice in the name of justice, I forgive.
The anger and mistreatment, I forgive.
The neglect and oblivion, I forgive.

Grief and resentment, I replace with understanding and agreement.
Revolt, I replace with music that comes from my violin.
Pain I replace with oblivion.
Revenge, I replace with victory.
I will be able to love above all discontentment.
To give even when I am stripped of everything.
To work happily even when I find myself in the midst of all obstacles.
To dry tears even when I am still crying.
To believe even when I am discredited.

-Paulo Coelho

This is exactly what I needed- especially because yesterday, my resentment was eating me up from my inside the lining of my stomach, regurgitating acid down my esohpagus- yes, the reaction of bitterness in my psyche is that pronounced in my body. I needed to let go of my anger and release it. I did- and the whole world feels so much lovelier now.

Dating a Lion.

‎"If you are dating a Leo, or interested in one, note that despite all the posturing and chest puffing, that when a Leo loves you, it is true. Leos can be very good-natured and if they take a liking to you they will put everything they have into it. It is at this point that they are most vulnerable and can be taken advantage of. So don't use their love against them or you may find yourself on the sticky side of some very uncomfortable flypaper."

 God Bless the Lion- the king of the jungle, and yes, they deserve it. 

I am a Leo myself- if I say that I love you, know that my word is gold. Many people fall in love with a lioness- and with good cause. Leo rules the heart according to the zodiac. She's sexy, confident, and warmer than most. Just don't piss her off, okay? She can slap. Oh man, can she deliver tight, hurtful slaps when provoked. You won't even see it coming, it'll be so sudden, but you'll damn well remember it long after it's over.

People are happier

in India, parts of Latin America, parts of Africa- than they are here in America or the Western Hemisphere. Considering the fact that countries are impoverished, or at least not as well of as their richer counterparts, it is amazing that people can find ways to be happy.

You can be happy in whatever state life puts you in. I feel happier today, even though I have less money, than I did when I was working that corporate job in Downtown. Sure, I feel worried sometimes, but those moments are far and few between. I feel at peace with myself more. I feel like I know myself better today. And that makes me happy. I relate better with people- because I'm a happier person myself.

I changed completely since I quit that job. My older coworkers tell me that I went through a total transformation. Sure, I did. I bloomed like a flower. I slimmed down. I became more confident, more outgoing. I became more beautiful because I started to eat healthier and my skin now glows. I am a happy person- and I now resolve to carry over this sense of peace to an acting career. I want it all. I want to give my thank you speech during the oscars, with a baby in my oven, my husband watching from the chairs, blowing me kisses as I thank my family, friends, him, my director/ producer/ film teach, the storywriters, co-stars, and Krishna. I will always thank Krishna for making my dreams come true. I want respect because I deserve it- and I start by respecting myself more. I start by loving myself- I am worthy of it. Every bit of me- even my ugly toes.

The Girlfriend type

I don't know what this means- but I've dated 7 guys in the last year without ending up as a girlfriend to any of them. Two of them found other girls right under my nose. One of them, a scorpio, ended up becoming a cool buddy who I occasionally hang out with at Yogurtland. The other two, I told that I am not interested. One of them just was a wuss. 

What does that say about me? I am not exactly girlfriend material...why? I do not know. It is ironic- the person who can probably love more passionately than most is not girlfriend material because she is too intense, too fiery, too deep. Love is for the strong, but I guess men like more subdued, more aloof, cooler girls. Maybe it has to do with the way I look- perhaps men think that the blond haired, light eyed types makes better girlfriends than the bony brunettes. Perhaps I suck in bed. I don't know why I'm not girlfriend material, but the thought that I am not cut out to be someone's girlfriend makes me curl up my lip in a sardonic grin. Such is life.

I'm relatively easy on the eyes- I have a relatively pure heart and a relatively passionate mindset. I should be a package. Really. Ha. Such is life.

I messed up

Sometimes, I am very hard on myself and those I love- because whatever I consider my own, I can afford to be brutally honest with. Or so I thought. I created a situation where the person I love now thinks that we should part because he is not able to give me whatever I deserve.

I have lost a lot in the past couple of years and I've seen many, many setbacks. Yes, life goes on, but I live for love. It is oxygen to me- and because I found someone I love and he loves me too- I have this constant desire to make things perfect for both of us. And this nitpicking cost me- it cost me a lot of heartache and struggle. I want to keep trying- I want to be my best for myself and this person. I want to grow in love. I want to visit foreign lands with this person's hand in mine, take him to places that only I know of- I want to make this person smile when I wake up beside them in the morning, I want to see them enjoying a meal that I cook for them.

I made a mistake. Please forgive me- I am human- I will not let this happen again, and I promise to be more sensitive to this situation. God, please, just be on my side this time- I am sincere in my love for this person and I honestly miss him, as I type this with tears welling up in my eyes. I did not mean to hurt anyone. Don't make me pay a price for loving someone truly.

Yes, I have loved before, but never like this.

It was a winter day

It was a winter day, when you promised to take me to see dolphins. I smiled and agreed to make love to you.

The winter passed, Spring escaped, now summer too is saying goodbye. You never came, nor did the dolphins, and my heart broke in a hundred pieces.

Do let me know

I sometimes feel like you don't like to be around me. I feel like I am the only one who cares about preserving our friendship/ whatever you want to call it. You always want to rush, always want to leave, and I know that you're a busy person, so I try to understand. You do not have time to go to the beach once with me- I practically have to beg you. I humiliate myself every time, as I wait, and you say that you gotta leave or you cant even show up. You say you don't have much of a relationship with the other person, but you take trips with her- outside trips, that take up days of your time. Who am I to judge? I don't judge here, I just try to look at it clearly.

You say that you don't like to see me because I confuse you. If I do, I understand, but you can't really be confused about someone and love them at the same time, can you? You either like them, or you don't. If you love them, that desire to want to reach out to them should come from within, no? I should not have to ask you. In the times that you do come by, and I enjoy spending time with you, it's great- the things you say leave me feeling like you think of bestowing me with your presence as a huge favor. Yes, you're an important person. I know. But does that make the person standing in front of you any less so?

If I'm really that unpleasant to spend time with, do let me know. Honesty is a trait that I always appreciate in people. That was my first impression of you, that this is an honest person.

Do correct me if I'm wrong. I don't want to hold anything inside of me anymore. What if due to some freak accident I die and I never get to say these things? Please write back.

blind vs visionless

Helen Keller was once asked, is there anything worse than being blind? She replied, Yes. The most pathetic person in the world is someone who has sight, but no vision.

Thanks dad

My dad taught me to always do the right thing, no matter how difficult or unpleasant the path may be- Thank you, dad

Act of faith

I needed to live and to suffer a lot to understand that love is an act of faith

 -Paulo Coelho

Je suis un homme.

I won't lie, sometimes it feels like all the world's injustices and odds are lined up against one person- and his name happens to be Shreya.

It's alright- I can take much more than others. Or maybe I just say that to justify my circumstances. Either way, it's a thought that makes me feel better. When I was born, my grandmother was hoping (like almost everyone else from my culture hopes) that it was a boy. Well, I am a man. I am a man, all right. I take more than a man could ever take. I am more like my father than my mother- even he begrudgingly accepts that fact. Most of the time, I speak softly, smile a lovely smile, but when provoked, I will fight back. Make no mistake- I am stubborn, I want what I want, and I will get it. I do not really need anyone to take care of me- I've demonstrated that much to myself.

Throughout my life, I've seen my father battle circumstances, countless injuries (important men in my life always get into a lot of accidents), and just plain bad luck. I grew up the day my father said to me, "Always be good to your mother and brother if I go", the day after the doctors fucked up his knee operation and cut the wrong artery. I was 10.

I hope that when I have a baby, the father always remains with us. As much of a man as I may be, I would want my child to have a father who is there, who is a part of his life, who takes him out to camping trips, football games, the beach. If it's a girl, the relationship would probably be even more special. I hope that the father holds her and means it when he says, "I'll always be there for you, sweetie."

"I Quit"

She called in the second day and quit. She stated that this position is too complex and that she is not sure whether she can handle it.

I understand her reasons. It just means that I have to train another person who they have not even found yet. True, managing this office is not easy. I do a decent job- if only my boss understood how to treat an employee better, I'd consider staying.

When?

When did I become this way?

"Dude, Jhalu, figure it out!" My buddy Minoti yells at me, telling me that I'm wasting away my golden years and my potential. She is convinced that I am on some drug. I'm not, really- I avoid drinking, I avoid smoking, I do not touch hard drugs- a few experiences were enough to keep me off those. An addictive personality plus hard drugs can only result in total disaster.

I sleep a lot for the past few months- I eat little, sleep a lot, and when I wake up, I regret that I wasted time. The cycle repeats itself the next day. I used to be so good at motivating myself- I finished college in less than 3 years. I packed up my bags in a bad economy and moved to this city.

I sleep because sometimes life seems like a nightmare, and when I sleep, I am amidst my dreams, which shift me to an alternate reality. In a parallel universe, I wouldn't feel so suffocated. I wouldn't feel trapped. I dream of diving head on into the ocean- into water so deep, clear, and still that it would soothe me and I would never have to pick up another cigarette to calm my nerves. I believe that everything will work out- but for the time being, my mind longs for some clarity- a touch from Krishna would help maybe?

Musings

I am not bothered by nudity. In fact, during the times when I have worn skimpy clothes, I feel perfectly at home in them.

When I went to buy samosas the other day, I was wearing a minidress with no bra (it was too warm to wear a bra that day), but nobody could see anything- my dress was dark brown. If I were to have it my way, wearing a bra would be strictly optional- but no such luck here- I am rather well endowed and this is America- nipples and nudity are not okay- but violence is totally cool.

After I parked my car, I had to pass through the Krishna temple to reach the Indian "Cantina" to buy the samosas. One Indian lady who goes to the temple everyday and thus knows me, is sitting outside with her rosary. She sees my dress, makes a gesture that my dress is inappropriately short and shakes her head in disapproval. I know she means well- and I won't take offense- everybody is entitled to an opinion. Earlier that day, my friend A, who took me out to a belated birthday lunch yelled "Oh my god! I didn't realize that your dress is so sheer in light! If I look carefully, I can see your underwear! Are you even wearing one?". The restaurant was so small that the waiters heard it, because they stared for a second, and then, embarrassed, looked down. Yes, even I didn't realize that my dress was so sheer. But I don't understand what the big deal is- haven't you ever seen an outline of women's legs before?

I also know that me wearing a short dress does not make me dirty- men who look at me in a perverted manner are the dirty ones. The fault lies in their eyes, not the nakedness of my skin.

Hunter S. Thompson- quote of the day

In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught. In a world of thieves, the only final sin is stupidity.

Desperado

Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?
You been out ridin' fences for so long now
Oh, you're a hard one
I know that you got your reasons
These things that are pleasin' you
Can hurt you somehow
Don' you draw the queen of diamonds, boy
She'll beat you if she's able
You know the queen of heats is always your best bet

Now it seems to me, some fine things
Have been laid upon your table
But you only want the ones that you can't get

Desperado, oh, you ain't gettin' no younger
Your pain and your hunger, they're drivin' you home
And freedom, oh freedom well, that's just some people talkin'
Your prison is walking through this world all alone

Don't your feet get cold in the winter time?
The sky won't snow and the sun won't shine
It's hard to tell the night time from the day
You're losin' all your highs and lows
Ain't it funny how the feeling goes away?

Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?
Come down from your fences, open the gate
It may be rainin', but there's a rainbow above you
You better let somebody love you, before it's too late

She will be loved

Tap on my window, knock on my door. I want to make you feel beautiful.

I fell in love with this video when I first saw it, and it still wrenches my heart. Adam Levine's eyes are magnetic.

Things I would do with money-

If I was rich today, here is the list of things that I would have acquired with my money (besides donating to charity and humanitarian causes)-

1.) Education- I would have liked to go to Fashion school in Paris and then opened my own design house in Los Angeles and New York and Mumbai. It would have been badass- I have a sense of fabric, textures, cuts, colors, clothing and overall fashion. I would have made a fine designer.

2.) Connections- I would have loved to use my status as a social network builder- to attend events which would allow me to meet and work with the best.

3.) A lovely home- I would have purchased and designed my own home. If I had to pick a style, I would design my home in a chateau-esque style if I had a large home. For a smaller apartment/ condo, something a little more Venetian would do. I also often dream about a large log cabin- it was my childhood dream to live in one. This one's probably doable without a lot of money.

4.) Traveling- I would spend a lot of money traveling to places I always dream about visiting. The thought of roaming around Europe and South America without worrying about running out of dough is lovely.

5.) Cars- I would spend of cars. Not many people know this about me, but I love classic as well as sports cars. I'd keep a few in my garage.


6.) Food- Everyone who knows me know that I love food. I would spend of fine dining and treat my friends and family to the best. Enjoying dinner and drinks with friends makes me very happy. I love it!

All of the above, money can buy. But it cannot buy class or looks or love. I am happy that I have these things, even if I'm not wealthy.

I love him

I love him- and all of his traits. All his qualities, as well as all the things that make me tick. When he was setting up my bed the other day, as I saw the skin on his hands become pink as he disassembled the parts, I felt upset. It hurts to see him hurt. I ran out to get him some Samosas and I'm glad he enjoyed having them. I wanted to be in his arms for a little longer and fall asleep with my head on his chest. I miss his scent, his beard, his whiskey brown eyes, his sweet, although full of air, words. I miss the way he kisses- for me, nobody else's kisses even come close.

The sight of him takes my breath away- it doesn't matter if he's covered in grease or sweat. I painfully miss his lovemaking.

No, I can't write as well as Mr. Writer, but I mean every word when I say "I love you".

I am really a whore.

Those words rang in my head as he said to me, nervously, "Please, can you drop me off near my home, I don't want there to be any problems."

Those words stung my ears and it felt as if I had been slapped hard across my face. Tears stung my eyes but I hid them behind a mask of anger. I felt humiliated, hurt, trashed- all those things- on the night of my birthday. It took all of my resolve to not break down on that downtown street that fateful night. I wanted to drop my beloved home so that he would not have to take the bus home at 1:00 am. I swear on my goodness, that was my only motivation.

I always want good things for this person- in terms of his career, his life, his family, his feelings, everything. Even when he pushed me out of his life mercilessly, I wished him well. I wished him well when he lied to me. I wished him well when he broke countless promises that he made to me. I wished him well as I came to a painful realization that he treated random women he met on his nightly adventures better than he ever treated someone who truly cares for him. I place last on his priority list, yet, I don't complain much because I understand that love is not always in a balance from both sides.

As I wait for him to resolve his financial situation, I try not to get upset. I felt like a whore on the night of my birthday. Maybe I am a whore- but I have a good, honest heart and nothing can change that- not even being a whore.

The perfect lovers

Shiva and Parvati are the embodiment of perfect harmony in the union of love- She prays for a hundred years to obtain his love as he is an renunciant himself. Parvati is described as beautiful with full, high breasts, a wasp waist and ample hips. Her gait is languorous and sensual. Here are a few portrayals of the goddess-

When she does finally marry her Shiva, their joy knows no bound. Here is a still of a cave relief portraying their wedding-

Notice how blissfully unaware he seems of the presence of the gods around him during the ceremony and how rightfully he grasps her hand. How she blushes at his public show of affection. I was lucky enough to see this cave relief when I was only 10- and the tour guide remarked, "Shiva Parvati were the original rebels- the ones who broke all the rules, fell deeply in love and got married." Indeed, Shiva would be a "Shava", a Sanskrit word that means "dead" without his Shakti (energy) Parvati.

They make the perfect household- and yet, their union is unabashedly amorous. Here, he is cupping her breast as she coyly wraps her arm around his shoulder-

Our Parvati is no weeping willow- she is her husband's equal- and even more powerful than him in some instances. When the gods came across a demon who could not be killed by a man, she turns into a warrior goddess and defeats him, thus saving humankind and gods from a horrific fate. She is ethereal, feminine, and motherly. She is also Shiva's equal in knowledge and spirituality. They argue, she leaves, fuming, he dances to seduce her back. They play this game of fight- then make up. Yet, she is soft and delicate, often turning to her husband for support, as in this instance-

Here, the demon Ravana lifts up their seat. Parvati, afraid, grasps at her husband's thigh, as he holds her waist with one hand to comfort her. She gazes at him, her head slightly turned towards him, expecting his protection. He stabilizes their seat by balancing on his right leg's toes.

Parvati and Shiva are so confident in their own sexuality that they join together and become one body- "Ardhanarishvara", which literally translates to "half woman god"- something so beautiful, so unique that every other form of love that I've seen on this earth pales in comparison. Here's to the perfect family of perfect gods who continue to inspire me everyday.

When you know

When do you know that you've fallen in love with someone? What does it mean?

If you're reading this, I'd like to know your answer.

I knew that I fell in love with that person when I could visualize walking to the ends of earth and back with him. When I knew that I would like to take care of this person- in sickness and in health. When I realized that it does not matter whether his hair grays or his back slouches due to old age, I would still look forward to eating dinners with him and talking with him about the countless things that we talk about- from literature to mathematics to spirituality to music. When I felt that his breath is music to my ears. When my mornings became empty without his fingers wrapped around mine.

To me, his happiness is of utmost importance- that is what it means to love. It does not matter whether he feels love for me with the same intensity- we all love differently. But this is how I love.

The dreamer

As the twelfth and last sign of the zodiac, Pisces contains within itself a little experience of all the signs. This gives Pisces Suns the ability to identify with people from all walks of life—from all backgrounds—in some way. These individuals are not only changeable and adaptable, they have open minds and tremendous understanding. But Pisces itself is often misunderstood. Pisces Suns may spend a good portion of their lives yearning for understanding, and the other part in a state of divine discontent. Suffering is sometimes glamorized in the Piscean world.
Sun in Pisces people are frequently pegged as wishy-washy, but this is all a matter of opinion. What you will find behind a vaguely directionless, spacey manner is a deep person with real dreams. Their dreams are more than getting that picket fence or making it up the corporate ladder. Pisces are tuned in to a higher purpose and their dreams transcend the individual. A deep love for humanity, and compassion that knows no bounds is found with this placement of the Sun.
Pisceans are not known to be cutthroat business types, nor are they given to throwing themselves out into the world in an aggressive manner. But make no mistake about it, Pisces can be extraordinarily successful when given the chance to express themselves. The arts, marketing, music, teaching, drama, healing arts...these are all fields in which Pisces can find expression. Their imagination, attunement to humanity, and remarkable intuition endow them with enviable gifts of insight and creativity.
Pisces is a sensitive sign—both sensitive to criticism and sensitive to others' feelings. Easily touched by human suffering, at least in theory, Pisces wouldn't hurt a fly. They believe in people, are deeply hurt by compassionless human behavior, and have a hard time saying no. Harsh realities are avoided either through escapist behavior or self-delusion; but every now and again reality does raise its ugly head, and hits Pisces over the head. This is a sad time indeed. Pisces retreats into their own world, self-pitying and giving pep talks to themselves ("I will never trust again!"). Rest assured, though, that these periods are rather short-lived and even useful. Pisces seems to derive energy from their (generally short) bouts of self-pity. They come back stronger, with a spring in their step, ready to face the world again, and just as, if not more, compassionate and trusting as they were before. Some might even wonder if Pisces finds pleasure in suffering. Sometimes this is the case, but most of the time, Pisces pulls a lot of creative energy from sadness. Pisces is the poet or artist with angst, although this trait is often more apparent with Moon in Pisces.
Some find Pisces' tendency to be late for appointments, spaced out behavior, and absent-mindedness amount to irresponsibility. Pisces would be shocked to know this, however. Who me? Pisces wonders. Irresponsible? Pisces Suns absolutely care—their love knows no bounds—but their retreats from ordinary life (whether they are as simple as daydreams or actual departures) that they so seem to need every now and again are not always understandable to no-nonsense signs, such as Virgo or Aries.
Many Pisces seem almost allergic to things like shopping lists, maps, directions, and instructions, and for some brave souls, even watches — they prefer to feel their way through life than to follow some plan.

Source: http://www.cafeastrology.com/zodiacpisces.html

Handsome writers

Not only did they write well, they also looked amazing doing it!

                  If I was alive during his time, I would so have a tryst with Byron.

                                         
His strong jawline and intense eyes scream hot blooded masculinity. Oh, I would cater to every one of Hemingway's whims.

Whatever you call it

Call it arrogance, false pride, egoism- whatever you will, but I feel that I am built differently than the rest. Now, many may argue, but S, "you're unique, just like everyone else" and laugh at that old, overused joke. But really, knowing myself, I can claim that I truly am different.

I'm not saying that it's good or bad to be this way- all I mean to say is that god broke the mold once he made me- you can never find anyone like me. I am a rather odd combination of things- something that I really had to struggle with as a child and a teenager. I'm sardonic yet idealistic. Romantic yet cynical. Adventurous yet wholesome.

That's why it annoys me whenever someone tries to use the same line that they've used on hundreds of other women on me, or whenever someone tries to generalize me, or take me to a "run of the mill" date because they've only seen the sweet side of me. I hunger for adventure- when people hear of my easy upbringing, they forget that I did spend my first dozen years on this planet in a third world country. That probably has a lot to do with my contradictions. For fuck's sake- please don't be boring with me- do something a little intense, a little wacky, a little out of the way- and you will pique my interest. But that's the problem, right- even the biggest Tomcats will act like good little schoolboys with you if you are a good girl because that's what it takes (in their minds) to get some from a good girl.

Take me to long walks on gritty urban sidewalks, let me swig out of your Whiskey bottle, don't let the fact that I have three tattoos- or the fact that I got them all on the same day- surprise you. Jump on a bus with me as we look to get to our planned destination. Let's change our plans the last minute and just stop by at a dive bar where we can talk about poets and literature and the awesomeness of Mad Men. Let us eat out of trucks carts. Then, let's hop out when the bar is closing, I'll pull you into a dark alley, you can lift up my leather skirt and fuck me. Let's go check into a motel nearby if we're too tipsy to walk.

Plan something with me that you have not done with another girl. That would indeed be a date to remember. 

A big roller coaster ride

As I sat on that roller coaster ride at Busch Gardens with my brother, and the ride took dips and turns and 180s and loops- I shut my eyes and realize that I can visualize a splash of vivid colors.That's what life is- you have to close your eyes sometimes and enjoy the ride.

Hey, my neighbor is, right now, at this moment. Loud moaning sounds are emanating from his bedroom. Lucky dog.