Love the Life you Live, Live the Life you Love

This little nugget of thought just popped into my head as I was about to sign off, so long 1 a.m. bed time it was nice to almost meet your acquaintance. I'm sure we would have been great friends, or at least casual business partners. I really need to stop referring to inanimate objects and nouns like that. I don't want to be like my sister. Did you know she's 26 years old and talks to her stuffed penguin? "Oh Mister Penguin I am so sorry you got knocked off the bed last night. Were you cold on the floor? It will not happen again, I promise." or "Now Doctor Jones you take care of my Katie now. We don't need her crashing or disappearing to Captiva again." Endearing, really. Anyway, the topic I would really love to discuss is why women say no when they really want to say yes. Okay maybe not women, maybe its just me. No, actually, it can't be just me. Have you ever wondering why, when women are offered another dessert or the last slice of pizza, they...

Oh hey, how's it going? I'm fine thanks...I know it's been a while. Sorry I haven't returned your calls. Been really busy with work, school, family, and my sock drawer. No, no it's not you, it's me. You're just too good for me. You're intimidating and successful, why would you be interested in me? Oh wait, silly me, I thought I was a guy for a second. Now that that's over. Okay, so I know it's been a while, I beg forgiveness from the bottom of my heart - it's been known to be a little cold and cynical, but my cardiovascular fitness level is right up there with Lance. So you know I mean well. I'm not going to go over the events since April. No, I bought a beautiful, leather bound expensive diary to do that. Okay, I lied, its not leather bound or expensive, it was $7.99 at Borders. Regardless, I DO have a nice gel pen that flows lightly over the page in the way that only jelly roll can do, so I like writing it in a lot more than typing. In ...