not for girls

previously at work I made a new male friend who when asked if he preferred whip cream on his hot chocolate, simply responded: "whip cream is for girls". After I chuckled inside I made it a point to remember this comment because I thought it was funny.
Today my male friend came in again (for the second time that day), all he bought was a power bar, but as he was leaving he said "these are not for girls".

Thanks for the laugh male!

robotron,

I would like to take this 2 inch opportunity to say to you this:
a life without fun dip, is no life at all.
:)

i know

I'd like to think that love is overrated. I'd like to believe that you can feel complete without coming home to someone every night. I'd like to count on the fact that all males are dip shits. More than anything I'd like to make sure that happiness is not intertwined with the word "soul mate". However, I know from the countless number of love songs in my head that love is underrated. I know that completeness is found by someone to hold on to. I am also well aware that most males are fascinating and far from dip shits. And I know that the word "soul mate" is used by those who are. happy.

moth

to my fellow wandering eyes,

I saw something worth noting today. As I was sitting in the backseat of a car I saw a moth floating outside my window. It was dark outside and it look illuminated against the red brake lights. It stayed by window until we drove away, and I watched it become smaller and smaller until I could no longer see it flapping it's wings in the dark. I wondered if perhaps I would ever see that moth again, and then i thought maybe it too was thinking the same thing about me. I decided to bank on the fact that moths don't think, and I drove away in peace.

Path

For sure one would think
that this life is not hard,
but these thoughts dwell
for those who have never been scarred.

So many times
have I drifted away
to ponder my purpose
for living each day.

Wake with the sun,
set with stars,
but numbing this pain
only goes so far.

I wake to find lives
that are struggling to live,
because of compassion
they could muster to give.

I look left to see a child
choking for love,
for the only place they will find it
is from god above.

I step right to gaze at
a family in spite,
for they know not the faces
they stare into each night.

I turn to see my brother
crying with grief,
for more times that he counts
he will turn over his leaf.

I look up to see
my sister in pain,
for she'll less of herself
with every pound she will gain.

My friends are all laughing
and dreaming of wealth,
but they cannot progress
with no knowledge of self

They are blinded by impulse
and confused with false hopes.
Perhaps they don't realize,
just how to cope.

Life is a path
and it doesn't end well.
It's a secret of truth,
that no traveler can tell.