jmfargo: (larp)
The word "love" is overused. I'm retiring it, effective immediately.

I'm sorry, it simply must be done; sometimes a word needs to be retired before it becomes meaningless and I feel "love" has reached its apex. There's nowhere for it to go as a word but down. The downward spiral may have already begun and so I'd like to nip it in the bud by taking the word away.

Next time you meet the woman of your dreams tell me how she smiled at you and your brain shut down for just a moment while all you could think to say was "Guh..."

Tell me how you feel about those new shoes you bought, let me know how the beautiful color caught your eye when the light hit it "just so," or that they compliment your already quite-shapely legs perfectly.

If you're explaining your relationship with your family, tell me the good things and that you all feel so close to one another that you can all share anything and maybe disagree with one another but never lose that closeness.

When you see a sunset, describe the memories it evokes or how the colors danced on the clouds almost magically.

But don't speak to me of love.

It's time for love to take a rest. It deserves it.
jmfargo: (wwf)
Sometimes an opportunity comes along just when you need it most. Other times an opportunity is staring you in the face and you just don't see it until it's much too late to do anything about it. Yet there are times, few and far between, when an opportunity clocks you upside the head, shoves you onto the ground, and sits on you (giving you noogies) until you decide to follow it to its logical conclusion.

Dancing

Aug. 2nd, 2010 02:53 pm
jmfargo: (big dog)
The deep bass of the music beat slowly, rhythmically. Her hips followed. Softly her hands took to air with confident moves. Her gaze flicked across the crowd that sat, enraptured with her dance.

Every eye in the house was on her, drawn to watch her. Enthralled, the drinks and small snacks on their table forgotten. Young, old, male, female; every eye in the house was on her as she swayed slowly, sensuously.

It wasn't until I glanced around for a glass of water that I realized the shadows in the room had shifted. How long had she been dancing? I looked to the crowd, my eyes searching for the small details. Dry tongues licking cracked lips. Eyes red and irritated from lack of blinking. Something was wrong here.

Now that I had snapped from my forced reverie I could focus. I sniffed, and smelled magic in the air.


Or at least, that's how it happened in my head.

In reality, last night's belly dance review was a lot of fun. Met new people, had a good time, watched good looking girls dance around on stage in a very sensual manner.

But my version is better.
jmfargo: (ceiling cat)
Good News: I am in Buffalo, NY with awesome friends.

Bad News: I miss one particular friend from central NY already.

Good News: I have my own computer back online, finally!

Bad News: My massively huge flat screen monitor is dead, broken at some point in the move.

Good News: I take another step toward employment tomorrow.

Bad News: I am still unemployed.

Good News: Maria loves me.

Bad News: Maria is far away.

Tipsy

Jul. 18th, 2010 12:48 am
jmfargo: (Default)
I am a bit drunk. Tonight I have had (and I am not correcting this as I type so that I know later just how bad I really am versus how bad I think I am): 3 1:1 whisky sours, 1 light beer, 6 "get in the choppas" which go down smooth but hit hard, or so I'm told.

I am feeling slightly tipsy, maybe a bit sick to my stomach when squeezed hard (I got a goodbye hung) and my propensity to want to bite has gone up about 200%. Beyond that I'm not feeling too far flung from my normal self.

I had quite a good time tonight. Got to hang out with girls of high caliber, gave one a backrub, and generally enjoyed the company of fantastic people. Sure, one gentleman who thought he could drink me under the gtable may have had a little too much and becone the "ungry (grr, I see that mistake) drunk of the party" but beyond that there were few problems/issues.

(Yes, I see "gtable," "becone," and "ungry." It upsets me not to correct them.)

I am thinking that next drinking party I have to literally have a drinking contest and see how many people I am capal...grr...capable of drinking under the table. I am nowhere near drunk enough to not remember tonight or to pass out and could have at least four or five more "GitCs" before needing to pace myself.

All in all, a fun night. Need to do this more often. Apparently I impressed some people with my "smoothness with the ladies" but I wasn't really trying for that? I am quite confused.

Now, to bed!

I'm Out

Jul. 16th, 2010 04:38 pm
jmfargo: (ceiling cat)
Heading to Buffalo for a few days to hang out with friends and do some more job hunting. I will probably not be online half as much as usual as I will be constantly busy. Or sleeping. Either one will make me happy.

If you have something you need me to know you can comment here or email me (jmfargo@gmail.com). I will get to it as soon as I can; I'll probably check email at least once a night before bed. Any less than that might just send me into detox and that's just not right.

And if you're in the Buffalo area and want to hang out, well, write to me! I don't have a phone. I'll be there until Tuesday or Wednesday or until Derek and Kath kick me out if they get tired of me before then.

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