What do we got here?

I don't get life, I don't get people.
I don't understand what I have to do.

Why do the first 10 hours of my day go by so slow and the next 5 hours go by so fast leading to the sleeping hours which go by so slow when I don't want them to and so fast when I want them to go slow?

I don't get enough hugs. I need more hugs in my life.

I want everyone to know, I'm not talking about anyone who would happen to read this blog, or about any of your mothers. I'm going to write it down and throw it in my back pocket. I know people are going to get pissed at me for it, but have you ever noticed that after pregnant women have their baby they try to dress all sexy again a little too soon?

A big part of me totally understands the reasoning behind it. I used the wrong words there. Let me try again. I'm not even saying they can't pull it off what I really mean is they dress more extravagant then they ever did before. Just cause they can I guess.

Does anyone understand what I'm trying to say here? I'm not referring to them wearing mid rift shirts with bellies. Say they lost all the weight and totally back to normal.

What I mean is like if you didn't even know they were pregnant in the first place and they are out there wearing a prom dress to the grocery store.

I understand they want to be themselves again, wear their own clothes again, be sexy again, (I'm not saying they weren't before or weren't while pregnant) but some people I've noticed are going a little over board.

I never thought I could phrase this right, but I gave it my best shot. I guess a good comparison is since I've never worn speedo's before and say I become a body builder or what not and have an amazing body and I decide to show it off and wear a speedo to the beach. I wouldn't do that, I would wear my same old swimming trunks. Or would I?

Hold no punches.

I possess zero of the top ten turn offs according to women, that I heard on the radio station this morning. I don't remember all of them, but the top one was when guys thinking they are hotter than they really are when they are drunk. I don't know about most guys, but I don't think I'm hotter when I'm drunk, I just think certain girls are hotter when I'm drunk.

Some of the other ones were pit stains, arrogance, not helping with house work, not dressing up to go out, not being a gentleman like not opening doors and stuff like that, not matching when it comes to dressing, guys that wear whitie tighties. That's eight out of the ten I remembered.
Yet the sad thing is, I still can't get a girl to like me. Maybe this is just a hit or miss list, I bet on a different one I would be checking yes for everything.

The less I talk to you the better my day goes.
The more I talk to you the better my day goes.
Surprisingly, these are two different people. Go figure.

I miss raddle. I don't know where he is. I think someone stole him from me. Please come back, I'll give you a bath. Okay, I'll throw you into the washer very carefully. Actually, if I do get you back, I don't know if I'm willing to take that risk of possibly ruining you.

Again I go unnoticed.

Never give up, you might just be doing something wrong.

My god, can that shirt be any tighter? What are you trying to do to me?

Saw some handcuffs today, oh the things that I would do.

Quote of the day: "If you greatly desire something, have the guts to stake everything on obtaining it." Brendan Francis