There is a sign on the window saying that it is no longer in business, and also thanking the customers for many years of support.

Oh no!

I can't help but think about how much time I wasted by doing absolutely nothing about my secret crush. Will I see her again? I recall one day in spring I walked across the street to get to my apartment, and there she was - but something was different. It was her hair - she had long, wavy brunette locks. As I got across the street she looked up at me and smiled. I was too enchanted to say anything, or to even have a go at forming words. I just felt good, and I did not want to taint the moment by saying or doing something stupid.

I have a picture burned into memory of this beautiful girl with long, wavy brunette locks smiling sweetly at me. What a memory. Any time I want to I can close my eyes and bring up that picture, and it still feels good. I wonder what was on her mind. I wonder if I ever had a chance. I wonder what would have happened if I told her how lovely I thought she was. Bah, maybe some things are better left unsaid.

A man with his newly minted trophy wife go to the jewelry shop to look at some trinkets. A friend of hers notices her, and her new ring, and approaches her asking "Where did you find that?"

The guy turns to her and says, "Chippewa. They're all over!"

It's good to see so many peeps in love. It makes my blackened, shriveled up heart pulse a little. Anyway since I read (e:Robin)'s post that mentioned the Beach Boys song, I found one of my favorite Beach Boys tracks and decided to share. Brian Wilson could write the hell out of some pop songs!

You're So Good To Me

You're kinda small
And you're such a doll
I'm glad you're mine
You're so good to me
How come you are

You take my hand
And you understand
When I get in a bad mood
You're so good to me
And I love it, love it

You're my baby
Oh yeah
Don't mean maybe
Oh yeah

I know your eyes
Are not on the guys
When we're apart
You're so true to me
How come you are

And every night
You hold me so tight
When I kiss you goodbye
You're so good to me
And I love it, love it

You're my baby
Oh yeah
Don't mean maybe
Oh yeah

You're my baby
Oh yeah
Don't mean maybe
Oh yeah

You're my baby
Oh yeah
Don't mean maybe
Oh yeah

You're my baby

The perfect something is out there. It could be the perfect job, the perfect relationship, the perfect whatever.....it is all out there for you to capture.

However....it may not be what you previously thought. Don't be the person who has a specific thing in mind, expecting THAT is what you are looking for. The perfect something could creep up on you at any moment, and it could catch you completely off guard. What is perfect for you, no matter what it is, could be something that you never would think could be so right. Keep your eyes and ears open.

Finally, don't be afraid to get into a situation you aren't comfortable with. Don't let something like fear to get between you and that perfect something. Anything that is worth attaining will require you to give more of yourself, to become someone different and better.

Good luck!

PS - Pet therapy or BJ's needed. Help!

PPS - (e:Ajay) was right. I was trying to get a rise out of you all. =D

Here is a story our beloved liberal press will never give us. THIS IS FUCKING SHAMEFUL. Liberals love terror! =D



US author lauds suicide bombers
David Nason, New York correspondent
November 19, 2005

ONE of the greatest living US writers has praised terrorists as "very brave people" and used drug culture slang to describe the "amazing high" suicide bombers must feel before blowing themselves up.

Kurt Vonnegut, author of the 1969 anti-war classic Slaughterhouse Five, made the provocative remarks during an interview in New York for his new book, Man Without a Country, a collection of writings critical of US President George W. Bush.

Vonnegut, 83, has been a strong opponent of Mr Bush and the US-led war in Iraq, but until now has stopped short of defending terrorism.

But in discussing his views with The Weekend Australian, Vonnegut said it was "sweet and honourable" to die for what you believe in, and rejected the idea that terrorists were motivated by twisted religious beliefs.

"They are dying for their own self-respect," he said. "It's a terrible thing to deprive someone of their self-respect. It's like your culture is nothing, your race is nothing, you're nothing."

Asked if he thought of terrorists as soldiers, Vonnegut, a decorated World War II veteran, said: "I regard them as very brave people, yes."

He equated the actions of suicide bombers with US president Harry Truman's 1945 decision to drop the atomic bomb on Hiroshima.

On the Iraq war, he said: "What George Bush and his gang did not realise was that people fight back."

Vonnegut suggested suicide bombers must feel an "amazing high". He said: "You would know death is going to be painless, so the anticipation - it must be an amazing high."

Vonnegut's comments are sharply at odds with his reputation as a peace activist and his distinguished war service. He served in the US 106th Division and was captured by German forces at the Battle of the Bulge.

Taken to Dresden and held with other POWs in a disused abattoir, Vonnegut witnessed the appalling events of February 13-14, 1945, when 800 RAF Lancaster bombers firebombed the city, killing an estimated 100,000 civilians.

The experience inspired his book Slaughterhouse Five - the title of the novel coming from the barracks he was assigned in the POW camp. The book became an international bestseller and made Vonnegut a luminary of the US literary left.

But since Mr Bush was elected, Vonnegut's criticisms of US policy have become more and more impassioned.

In 2002, he was widely criticised for saying there was too much talk about the 9/11 attacks and not enough about "the crooks on Wall Street and in big corporations", whose conduct had been more destructive.

The following year he wrote that the US was hated around the world "because our corporations have been the principal deliverers and imposers of new technologies and economic schemes that have wrecked the self-respect, the cultures of men, women and children in so many other societies".

But Vonnegut's latest comments are likely to make many people wonder if old age has finally caught up with a grand old man of American letters.