Holy Shit. My life, really not bad.
I also had a thought last night while I was staring off into Central Park at a catering gig. (I had several thoughts actually, but I don't like to brag.) Anycrap, I think there was a prayer being said to the party at the event and I was all like, "aw jeez, here we go. time for people to be slaves to the religious masters" but then it occured to me, "Maybe God didn't create beauty and peace, only the ability to recognize it." That's a far less humanistic way of describing the "powers of god" and makes me actually want to beleive it. It also leaves room in there for evolution, right? Which I also believe in, to an extent.
Holy shit Naomi Cambell just walked past my desk...
And also... Lately I've been getting off the train, seemingly for no reason, with songs from West Side Story stuck in my head. A few days ago I figured it out. I swear to god-that-creates-the-ability-to-recognize-beauty-and-peace someone is having a little fun and tuning the 6 train to sqeal the first three notes to "Somewhere" as it leaves the station for the sake of humoristic irony. The lyrics it's singing? "There's a place..." Where is that place Tony and Maria? Appearently Grand Central. ...You might not think it's funny, but I f'ing love it.
Speaking of funny... the girls that didn't get to play Maria in the background holding hands. Definition of "jealous-much?".
That's my perspective today.
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yea that's right, Naomi Campbell. that's f'ed up.
Jealous-much? I have the best liger in the world on my blog. It's all mine
no we shall not. My liger is amazing! I saw NAOMI CAMPBELL today, I know aesthetically pleasing. Naomi didn't hold a candle to my liger.
"Jealous-much" is a phrase I once used all the time.
I'm going to start using it again.
Jealous-much?
Sidenote: In the Tony/Maria photo...I think my favorite jealous girl is the tall one on the far right...with incredibly burned legs WITH a wicked sock tan.
Receptionist at a male escort service.
No, not mail...male.
And not sorting...escorting.
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