Taylor Swift and why she is the perfect woman

Recently, as in maybe 3 days ago, I purchased Speak Now, Taylor Swift’s latest album.  Usually I just buy my music off of itunes like everyone else, but my cd player in my car d/l’s cd’s to the music server so sometimes I feel the need to buy cd’s just to put them in there.  I could just buy the ipod adapter, which would probably be easier and cheaper but I am weird (I’m pretty sure we all know this by now).  I also bought the Brand New CD because I like one song on it.  The rest of the album is kind of not good because it’s nothing like what they usually sing.  But the song Play Crack The Sky, might be their best song.  Moving on to the more important issue…

So after singing along to one song from the Brand New album until it took its usual like 15 min to d/l.  You’d think it would be faster.  I pop in the new Taylor Swift album.  Yes I have a few other albums by her on my music server and no I am not embarrassed to admit that.  I am a big fan of good lyrics and she usually sings about really personal stuff so I can kind of relate.  I don’t sing, except in the car, shower, and at work, but when I speak or write I usually make it as personal as I can.  I don’t know why I’ve just always been like that.  I never felt like I had to hide my feelings or thoughts even if they were totally against everyone else and their ideas/beliefs/etc.  Everyone is entitled to their own opinions, of course I think mine is usually right and to me it is.  So yes I like Taylor Swift.  My music server in my car has probably the wackiest mix of music allowed by law. 

So I am listening and thinking how these songs are very catchy.  There’s Back to December which I am sure everyone can relate to about how she f’d over some guy or broke up with him (pretty much the same) and then I come to the song Better Than Revenge and I think that may be where I fell in love, no not with her, I don’t even know her, that would be creepy…but the lyrics.  I thought to myself at that very moment, Taylor Swift is the perfect woman.  I know she has wrote songs about people before but for some reason this song just made me happy.  I read she was talking about Camille Bell and how she stole whichever Jonas Brother she was dating.  I would like to say for the record she could do way better than a Jonas Brother.  In the song she spoke of Camille Bell as being know for “what she does on the mattress.”  I thought this was very funny but then I thought….WAIT A SECOND!!!!  ON THE MATTRESS?  What about the purity ring worn by the Jonas Brothers?  Did he take it off for Camille Bell?  Don’t get me wrong Camille Bell is quite attractive and I feel she could do better than a Jonas Brother…Hell, I could do better than a Jonas Brother.  Call me crazy but doesn’t anyone else think the Jonas Brothers are super fake?  Purity rings…acting like good guys…?  I find this very hard to believe.  It’s a bigger act than their lip-synching routine they perform on stage.  I dislike artists that lip-synch.  Anyone can get up on stage and not really sing.   Here is a lesson for all the kids:  IF YOU ARE FAKE (LIKE THE BROTHERS JONAS) YOU WILL SCORE HOT CHICKS LIKE TAYLOR SWIFT AND CAMILLE BELL.  I’m pretty sure I could beat the Jonas Brothers in many things such as comedy, actual singing, not being lame, air hockey, any form of romance not limited to holding hands or hugging.  Side Note:  If you wear a purity ring, take it off and bang a groupie, put it back on and act like nothing happened, did it really happen?  If you are a Jonas Brother probably not.  Takes you back to the age old question, if a tree falls in the forest and no one is there to hear it does it make a sound?  Well I don’t know about that.  The more important question is:  If a Jonas Brother removes a purity ring, has unprotected sex with a groupie, sheds tears of sadness that they were hoping to last longer than 8 seconds (comparing sex to bull riding) but they didn’t make it past the cut off time, replace purity ring with a ring pop they got on sale at some local dollar store, drink 2 cans of coke, replace finished ring pop with purity ring, and then realize they have been fully dressed the whole time, do they make a sound?  Why yes, yes they do and it goes something like “mmm-bop…why couldn’t we be more like Hanson…omg we are Hanson…Ouch I have an STD, oh wait no I don’t I am still wearing my clothes…DAAAADDDDDDY.”

Now that I went off on a tangent and have returned, I will tell you why Taylor Swift is the perfect woman.  I don’t feel like I have to state the obvious…ya know that she’s super rich and very pretty.  She has something many people, both men and women lack, PASSION.  She is so passionate about life which is evident in her songs and that Passion makes her awesome.  Sure the money and the looks really help but if more people were as passionate as she is about life about love about anything, just think of how many more successful stories you’d probably hear about…or maybe not.  Either way Taylor Swift, you get my April 2011 Perfect Woman Award! 

PEACE!

LOS AMIGOS…ATLANTIC CITY, NJ

Los Amigos
1926 Atlantic Avenue
Atlantic City, NJ

Most people that go to Atlantic City eat at one of the many great restaurants inside of the casinos.  A lot of people go to the buffets as well.  I’ve been to quite a few, the one at the Wild West Casino is pretty good and only like 25 bucks.  It’s really easier to just eat inside the casino rather than trying to wander about the city, where a lot of the sections could be a little dangerous.  I’ve always been a fan of putting myself in not so good situations.  For example driving through Camden and yelling at the various hookers and drug dealers.  That may or may not be true.  I’ll leave that up to your imagination. 

This place, Los Amigos, is located right next to the hospital.  You can’t miss it.  The building is painted with the brightest colors.  If you actually do miss it, head down to the local eye doctor right away because you are obviously blind.  I parked at Bally’s because it was easier than finding street parking and I feel my car is safer in the parking garage of a casino, filled with cameras. 

I had the baja fish tacos.  This was new for me because I don’t normally order fish and I have never had fish tacos.  It was a good choice.  The fish tacos were tempura-style and had a really good coleslaw on them along with an avocado sauce.  It came with rice and beans.  The rice was pretty good.  Not really sure what type it was but it had the taste of a fried rice.  It was very good and very reasonable in terms of pricing. 

The atmosphere wasn’t bad.  It was very loud though so it was hard to have an actual conversation.  That was the only downfall of the restaurant.  It’s still a nice change from the casino restaurants though, so you should try it next time you are there.

my thoughts as of 10:51pm on a friday night

A wise man (me) said (about 10 minutes ago) that “I believe in fate to an extent…like I think fate brings people together but relationships are hard work, so if they last or not, that is up to you and the amount of effort both people are willing to put into the relationship.”  You may be thinking to yourself, damn this guy is not only one cool mofo, he’s also wise beyond his years…and you’d be right.

I think many random things as most of you know.  A lot of times I think about things as relationships and happy endings (as they appear in books and movies but never really end up that way in “real life”).  My thoughts, in general, are limitless, I think of one thing to the next without a second thought (if that makes sense).  I think of the most random jokes (most of the time inappropriate) or the most random ideas (most of which probably aren’t even possible).  Like right now I just thought of the song lyrics “They say that home is where the heart is…I guess I haven’t found my home…And we’ll keep driving ’round in circles…Afraid to call this place our own.”  I have no idea why this song just came into my head, I probably haven’t listened to it in atleast 3 months but it did.  That Ingrid Michaelson has a way with words.

Right now I am drinking a Dunkin Donuts Mocha Iced Latte…it has whipped cream on top, or it did an hour ago when I bought it.  It’s quite delish.  They just came out with a new donut called “Royal Wedding” which is a heart-shaped jelly donut with chocolate and vanilla icing on top.  It’s pretty good.  As if a donut could be bad.  Bad for you, of course, but bad tasting…absolutely not.  I feel like watching a movie but I feel like I’d probably fall asleep or not feel like watching the rest 20 minutes into it.  I’m a bit tired.  The guy at dunkin donuts gave me 4 jelly donuts or 5, I’m not really sure.  I only asked for two so anymore after that is his way of being nice and/or trying to seduce me with sugary, jelly-filled treats.  I hear 1 donut extra translates to let’s hang out, 2 extra says we should hang out as in date, and 3 extra translates to we’re official, anything more than 3 screams that you are the DD’s guys bitch and he looks at you much like Buddy (the fam’s dog) looks at me with a twinkle in his eye after he humped me while I slept a few years back.  Dog looks at me like he owns me.  I’m a victim of a crazy dog humping my leg. 

Today was a long day and at this particular moment I’m wondering if anything I have written so far makes any sense or if I will wake up in the morning and delete this entire blog…haha.  Yes I actually just laughed.  Side note:  I promise there will be some food blogs posted at some point this weekend.  I have a few lined up.  I am going to finish this by saying Good-night.

PEACE

MY VIEWS ON WAITING FOR A TABLE

Usually I find that 7 or 7:30 on a Friday or Saturday night is the time in which 300 people decide to eat all at once at the restaurant you are on your way to.  You are sitting there for the “20 minute wait” that really takes an hour or more, which is fine if you are with friends, you are comfortable with them and the time usually flies.  This does not hold true when you are on a first date or even the first few dates.  You know that awkward time where everything is fine and you are being funny and charming and all of that but when you are waiting for a table for an hour or longer, get seated finally, then you are at the restaurant for another hour or so, you’ll probably find yourself trying to think of things to talk about because you’ve talked for nearly 90 minutes straight and you are running out of material.  Have I found myself in this situation before?  Yes I have.  I’m sure most people have.  When I want to be I can be very charming and talk for hours and hours.  With that said the first few times I hang out with someone even if it’s just a new friend, in particular of the opposite sex, guys you can get away with inappropriate jokes and stuff even if it’s the first time you are hanging out…it’s just the way guys are.  When you are hanging out with a girl, or I should say when I am hanging out with a girl and it’s the first few times, you kind of have to feel them out.  I do not just mean in dating situations…I repeat also in a friendship setting.  I tend to be more quiet say the first 3-5 times I hang out with a girl, not so much because I am shy or whatever because I don’t know if the inappropriateness that are my jokes and comments and random thoughts are ok with that person.  I really don’t care what people think about me but my main goal in life is not to offend people.  I am not going to go hang out with someone and being obnoxious and offensive because that’s how I am because it’s really not.  With certain people I know that I could say off the wall stuff/jokes and they think it’s funny and all is well.  But many people don’t find a lot of stuff funny as I do.  I like to make STD jokes and stuff like that, does it mean I am just trying to hurt people’s feelings?  Not at all, it’s just me trying to be funny.  My style I guess.  I joke about a lot of stuff.  I joke about fat people well I’m not really all that skinny so I’m not like I’m overweight let me not make fun of fat people.  With me nothing is really off-limits about what I will or won’t joke about and it does not mean I don’t care about people or I just go around saying awful things just to say them, I just find life to be generally speaking, somewhat tragic so what better way to brighten things up with, than a little laughter.  But I don’t go hang out with new friends or a first (or first few dates) and start joking about the most random stuff (because I have a very big imagination and I can come up with some crazy jokes/comments).  Usually when first hanging out with someone I tend to more than anything listen to what they have to say, answer questions, ask questions, stuff like that.  I don’t break out in a stand up comedy routine to try to get a reaction…but maybe I should.  How funny would that be, there you are on a first date with some guy and he just doesn’t listen to anything you say because for an hour straight he just tells jokes.  Ok back on topic…

Waiting at a restaurant in most situations suck.  Usually you are hungry which leads to complaining which leads to awkwardness, like oh wow it’s our first date and some guy is going off because we have to wait, he must really not like me if he’s so busy complaining we don’t even say anything to each other….or….The guy’s standing there wondering why this girl is complaining non-stop, cursing up a storm because while we are waiting she orders some beer in a bottle and it came in an aluminum bottle…it’s like really is it that big of a deal and do you really feel the need to say the f-word like 10 times in reference to the beer not being in a glass bottle…it makes you look like an idiot and makes me not want to even talk to you (yes this has happened). 

Here is my idea…   Restaurants should hire some sort of entertainment on nights they know they are going to have long waits.  They’ll probably come up with some excuse like oh it’s too much money but really if you think about it, it’s not.  How many local bands or local comics or local anything that’s entertaining are there?  Just go on youtube and see the millions of cover songs and original songs by random people…a lot of them are very good and they all live somewhere.  Hire them to perform for an hour or two and I’m sure you will find most of them would do it for 100 bucks or less (depending on the time frame) just to get their name out there.  If I was trying to start a music career or just loved singing or playing a guitar or whatever and I had the opportunity to play somewhere for like 2 or 3 hours and make 100 bucks and get my name out there, I’d do it in a second…not to mention with creative ideas such as this, word will get around and your business will increase.

Just an idea I thought I’d share.

Samurai Hibachi

Samurai Hibachi
646 North Delsea Drive
Glassboro, NJ

I have been to quite a few hibachi places, some good, some bad, some average…I’m sure you get the idea.  Sometimes you get a chef that does a few tricks but just kind of stands there, not really interacting with anyone, just going through the motions…kind of like me at work, putting in just enough effort to get by (ok maybe that’s not entirely true about me…but tomorrow will be Monday so on that particular day it is). 

I went to Samurai with 2 friends.  We made reservations but when we got there they weren’t very busy.  It was only about 5:30 and I’ve come to realize by going out to eat a lot that 5:30 on a Friday night is early for most people.  They usually go out a bit later. 

We sit down, order drinks, order food, get our complimentary soup and ginger salad (I love ginger salad), and then the chef comes out to cook.  He introduced himself but his accent was thick and I have no idea what his name was but he was a cool guy….very happy…very funny.  He started cooking, gave some guy at the table a shot of sake, which was in a plastic, picnic-style ketchup bottle.  At the table it was my 2 friends mandy and kristine and of course me.  There was another party, a dad, 2 small kids, the mom, and some girl who sat next to me which I couldn’t figure out if she was a parent to one of the kids or the older couples daughter…not that it matters but I think about random stuff like that.  As she ordered I could have sworn she was hitting on me, I think it was the way she said “I’ll have the shrimp…”  I am totally just joking, she really didn’t hit on me…but I think her dad tried to.  (j/k for those of you who don’t realize it’s a joke).  So he cooks and he’s chopping veggies and cooking rice and doing tricks.  He makes 3 eggs, mixes them all up forming one really big egg, cuts it up and he starts throwing it up to people to catch in their mouth.  No one did it on the first try except me.  First throw, caught.  Second throw, caught.  Third throw, caught.  He tells me to “open up,” and fills my mouth with sake..when I say fills I mean fills.  It was a tasty sake and I liked it…I liked it even more that it came out of a ketchup bottle and he squirted it with perfection.  I had the filet mignon and the chicken with fried rice and veggies.  It was very good.  The steak and chicken were cooked very well with just the right amount of seasoning.  I recommend this dish.  It also came with 2 pieces of shrimp which were very good.  It made me wish they had a filet, chicken and shrimp combo.

For dessert I had the TEMPURA ICE CREAM (CHOCOLATE).  This is a must at any Japanese style restaurant…atleast it is for me.  It’s so good.  If you haven’t ever had it you need to try it.  It’s pretty much just fried ice cream, made with a tempura batter which is different from fried ice cream at a Mexican restaurant (which is also very good but has a more cinn-sugar taste). 

If you live in the south jersey area, go to Samurai Hibachi, you won’t be disappointed.  Also if you don’t want to do the whole hibachi thing, they have tables and a regular menu and a sushi menu.

PEACE

My Thoughts on Love, Life, and Randomness

So at first this was primarily going to be just about food/restaurant reviews but I guess much like life I am adapting it a bit.  There will be many more food related posts but for right now I am just in the “I need to vent” mode.  I would say I am sorry if you opened this expecting to read something about food or a new restaurant you might want to try, but alas I am not sorry. 

Let me start of by saying I am over my past relationship.  Complaining/venting about something doesn’t mean I am not over it, it means I have a reason to vent which was discussed in the blog right before this one.  I found out some stuff and finding that out put everything together which equaled everything being a lie.  Being over something doesn’t mean you don’t have any feelings towards what you are over, it just means you’re over it…you’ve moved on, and I def have.  If you don’t believe that I really don’t give a fuck and that just shows you don’t really know me.  I will admit I didn’t think I would get over it as fast as I did, but I did.  I have really good friends, which helped out a lot, I found out that everything was bullshit, that really helped out a lot, and most importantly I realized I deserve so much better because I am awesome.  No me claiming that I am awesome doesn’t make me an asshole, it means that I am a good person, I treat people with respect and understanding and try to take the best out of any situation.  It means other stuff to but I’m sure you know what it means to be an awesome person so I don’t need to list every quality.  So yeah, I am over it and moving on quite nicely.

Here are my thoughts on love and life and whatever else i’m thinking right now…unedited, right off the top of my head…let’s hope it makes sense.  I would rather someone hate me for who I am than like me for someone I pretend to be.  I am not perfect, I have many flaws as everyone does, I don’t always say the right things, do the right things, I make inappropriate jokes about inappropriate things, I bite my nails when I’m nervous or on a long boring car ride alone, I sing in the shower and in the car (not well in either place), sometimes I even sing at work in a very low voice so no one can hear, I have done both terrible and great things (I’m sure most people can say the same), sometimes I can’t help but see the negative in a situation no matter how hard I try to see the positive, I am a very hard worker but would rather be doing anything other than working, I am very sarcastic and very witty, I could seriously sit home on my computer and watch tv and movies all day, everyday and be ok with it for at least a month or two, I am very random (my friends can tell you all about that), I am spontaneous, romantic, not one to usually hurt someone’s feelings (at least not intentionally), despite everything I still believe in love and I always have.  I don’t know that it makes me different from anyone else…people have many different beliefs, but the one that always came first in my life was that of love (insert your favorite chickflick/romantic comedy movie moment right here), yes I’m talking that sort of love, the complete bullshit type you see on movies that could never actually happen in real life…and no matter how much I know that can never happen, I still believe in it, knowing I’ve never seen it before in real life, I still believe in it, and knowing that most likely I never will see it in real life, I still believe in it.  Does that make me weird? crazy? stupid? a dreamer? ridiculous?  Do you think I give a fuck?  When I say I don’t care what people think, I actually mean it.  I am very honest.  I am very open.  Even when I do things wrong I will fully admit to it because there’s no point of hiding anything…every mistake, every failure, just like every good thing are all a part of who you are.  No one is all good or all bad…some might be all bad though (like that Michael Jackson…I mean you molest kids but because you make “good music” it gets tossed aside…this really is a crazy world.  Side Note:  I go off on random tangents from time to time…just my style I guess.  I am made up of all my mistakes and all my successes combined, without either, I would not be the person I am today, so yes I’ve made mistakes, have regrets, and as much as I would like to change somethings or make it so they never happened, I can’t because if I did, I wouldn’t be who I am, just some normal, average, boring person who fits into some stereotype.  I am so glad that’s not me because that is one boring life to fit into anything.  I am who I am and I am comfortable and confident in who I am and I am not the best looking guy in the world or the thinnest or the most athletic looking but I don’t care because I am happy with who I am, what I have gotten through, how I moved on from things, and how above everything I am happy.  If you asked me a few years ago if I thought I’d ever be happy the answer would have probably been no.  I went through a lot and I realized how strong I am (well not just me but with the help of family and friends I know that anything is possible and any situation, no matter how terrible it is can be changed if you really want it to be changed.  Change is a good thing.  But when it comes to change you have to do it for yourself.  Doing it for any other reason may fool a few people for awhile, and you may even fool yourself, but when you change for the wrong reason you always go back to your former life.  I have so much respect for people that realized they had a problem or had to get themselves out of a situation and did, not because they had to but because they wanted to because they knew they were better than all that and wanted to change, so they did.  It’s a hard thing to change your whole life around, do everything different, and basically live a different lifestyle, but it can make a big difference and mean the difference between existing and REALLY LIVING!  Life is so short so it is very important to life it to the fullest (yes I know that’s cliche but it’s true).  Don’t live with regret, always tell someone how you feel no matter the outcome, even if you know they don’t feel the same because if you don’t you will always regret it for the rest of your life and you will look back and wish you did and wonder what-if.  Always be yourself, honest, and no matter how weird you think you might be or no matter if you think you say the wrong things all the time or you are a little socially awkward or quiet or shy or whatever you are…don’t change for someone else.  You are unique and that makes you fucking awesome…ALWAYS REMEMBER THAT!!!!  If you can’t tell by now I guess I am writing my thoughts in no particular order because: 1. That’s how I am, as I said, very random….and 2. Because that’s really how life is, unpredictable and also random. 

I love life.  I love the randomness, the experience, meeting people (new and old), the beach/ocean, the stars (especially when you can see them without the blinding city lights), I love family and friends, writing, reading (certain stuff…I lose interest quick so it has to be really good), poetry (my favorite of all writing), movies (I have so many favorites and I’ve seen so many), anything chocolate flavored (in particular mocha iced lattes and iced hot chocolate), food (pretty much any type, except peanuts because I am allergic, so eating will give me hives and worse I guess if I eat enough), traveling (my favorite place is Disney, it always has been, I’ve been to St. Lucia once and I really liked it too, and also the Outer Banks, NC, it’s an amazing place, I went there with family.  It would have been even better if I had someone to share that place with, so much fun stuff to do, mostly having to do with outdoors (beach, eco-tours, climbing sand dunes, etc).  I love musicals and plays and planetariums, watching people sing good or really bad doing karaoke, playing sports, watching some sports, horse racing (ever since I was a kid I’ve always liked it, not really sure why, I’ve just always like horses), river tubing, skiing (although it’s been like 2 years since I’ve been), sharks (I swam with them in sea world), scuba diving, snorkeling, all ocean life, my best friends (even though we don’t see each other as much as I’d like to since no one really lives close anymore, doesn’t mean I care about them any less, stand-up comedy or comedy in general (although I think I am funnier than most), Certain tv shows (The middle, criminal minds, better with you, the office, family guy, outsourced, jeopardy), music (anything from placebo to vanessa carlton to dashboard confessional to system of a down to slipknot…it varies a lot), RIGHT NOW I WANT A MOCHA ICED LATTE…after finishing this I will be going to DD (random thought).

I really like these types of people:  Random, spontaneous, randomly spontaneous, spontaneously random (I was trying to write that as many ways possible…it wasn’t a mistake), funny, good listeners, people that actually care and don’t just pretend, not fake, not liars, not cheaters, people that are responsible for their actions, people that move on from mistakes and learn from them which only makes them better, those who know what they really want, those with the ability to make someone laugh to the point of tears and/or squirting chocolate milk out of your nose at shoprite while you are on break at a picnic table in front of the store (another random thought)…I used to work at Shoprite in WD, I met some really great and really funny people there and work was always like a comedy show…below is a short compilation of tales at shoprite:
At Shoprite I met (in no particular order) Cory, Eric, Bobby, Bill, Lisa, Shannon, Roger, J Brian, Ed, I am hoping I’m not forgetting anyone….oh well…
One time at Shoprite (when a sentence starts with this you know it’s gonna be some sort of nonsense)…
One time at Shoprite we were out in the parking lot, it was me and eric and cory.  There was a dog with a big head sticking out of a car window.  We all walked near him and I named him Rancocas.  We were all standing there joking around as usual and the dogs saliva was dripping as if it was a waterfall so i got a handful and threw it at Eric. 
One time at Shoprite Me and Roger sat in the break room for so long during the Olympics, I believe we were watching figure skating, they ended up docking our pay because I’m pretty sure we never went back to work that day.
One time at Shoprite I stood on the picnic table singing various songs I used to make up like “Steve Young, podium,” about this guy we swore was a molester of some sort and how he always used to get called up to the front of the store for some sort of inappropriateness…customers for the most part were amused…or atleast I don’t remember anyone ever complaining.  Ahh that picnic table and I have many memories…I spent a lot of time on top of it singing about some sort of nonsense that made no sense.
One time at Shoprite we discovered this drink called MR. THIRSTY.  It was a drug, filled with like 12 lbs of sugar in the form of crack.  It made us all wacky and I’m pretty sure I performed some sort of scat-like musical number which I think to this day has never been heard of again.
All in all I liked working there….no wait, I hated it…but I liked going there and hanging out with some really fun/funny people.  Funny people are a rare breed and we had quite a few there.

MOVING ON:  I like people that are individuals, that don’t fit into a stereotype…kind of like how I am…one of a kind.

Life is full of surprises.  I guess that’s the beauty of it.  Most of the surprises that happen seem to be more negative, like getting your heart broken or losing a job or stuff like that but I’m pretty sure if you took the time to do the calculations the good would outweigh the bad…I could be totally wrong but I’m trying to be somewhat positive.  I hope life surprises me soon, perhaps with a girl that knows what she wants, is honest, fun/funny, caring, will text just to say hi or call just to say hi, for no other reason than they were thinking of me because I have some sort of importance in their life.  That would be a good feeling and I really don’t think too much to ask for.  Not like I’m asking for someone super rich or anything but if you know anyone like that, around my age and worth billions, send them my way..j/k…or not!  I really just want someone normal…I know there is no such a thing as normal but to me normal is not lying, being comfortable with you are, and not a jerk!  Yep, that sounds about right.

I don’t think I have a type when it comes to a potential girlfriend.  I usually leave everything to the individual.  But there has to be attraction to begin with and there has to be chemistry.  My friend Jen says I can be charming when I want to be and I think she is 100% right.  If I don’t like someone for whatever reason I will not be charming or funny or witty…I won’t be mean or anything and I’ll be social and make the date enjoyable but it would not be like if I liked the person (as in wanting to see them again).  In this case I can be very charming (I don’t think I saw that until it was pointed out…thanks Jen), and I can be so witty and funny…like for real, you don’t even know how quick I can come out with the wittiest of comments.  I don’t know how I come up with a lot of the stuff I come up with.  These random ideas just pop into my head and I’m just not the type afraid to say them out loud.  I love making people laugh so if I like a person I am on a “date” with or whatever, they will def laugh.  I’m not sure how I ended up posting basically a dating profile about my likes and dislikes about potential dates and how I am in dating situations depending on if I like a girl or not but oh well. 

I am really wanting a DD mocha iced latte right now so I’m going to wrap this up…

I believe in love and I don’t think anything will ever change that and I love life and it’s experiences, even the fucked up ones.  I believe everyone will find their happiness, except those assholes that fuck me over (KARMA IS A BITCH)…Honestly, I don’t really wish anything bad on anyone but it’s fun to joke about.  Life is what you make of it, with the right people in it, life can be better than you ever thought possible.  This is fact!

Have a lovely day.
PEACE

Steve and the Stanza ( a tale of food, random girls, and broken glass)

It was a summer’s night, right after our senior year of high school.  We used to eat out all the time.  Looking back I am trying to figure out how the hell any of us could afford eating out just about every night.  They were the best of times though…lots of fun…laughter…comedy…being inappropriate…scoping out girls…talking about girls…hoping to get a few phone numbers of girls…date girls…pretty much if it had to do with girls, it was discussed in detail.

On this particular night in which I speak of, we went to Chile’s.  It was one of our usual hotspots.  It was cheap, never a long wait, cheap, good raspberry iced tea, boneless buffalo wings (a reagan favorite).  We ate, talked, joked, and left.  We didn’t do anything else that night besides eat.  I am sure at some point we were going to but my antics ruined that night. 

As we were driving, there were a few girls in a car to our right.  I was sitting in the passenger seat, steve drove, murph and reagan were in the back.  Being the jackass that I am thought it would be funny to pretend like I was humping air, so I did.  Not sure the exact number of thrusts but sooner rather than later, a noise sounded and a crack along the windshield appeared.  I swore it was a rock or something that hit the car.  Apparently it was my knee, mid-thrust.  Steve yelled, everyone else was laughing, I was in shock because I didn’t feel any part of my body hit the windshield.  Still swearing it was a rock or something, I ended up taking the blame, because I am pretty sure it had to have been my knee.  It was quite the large crack.  I forgot the outcome of the situation, but we all remained friends which is what really mattered.  I did feel really bad about it though.  I think I paid for half of it but now I really don’t remember. 

What does this have to do with a food blog you may ask???  Well we did go out to eat, but it all ties in to the moral of the story:  Don’t ever hump air on a full stomach.

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