'cause I'm not really anonymous anymore, if ever, since all my posts have "posted by Stephen."

Wednesday, November 30, 2005

Things that make me happy

~finishing my first marathon
~music
~discovering a great new cd
~the feel of the brisk, cold air
~the laughter of my niece and nephew
~being in good company
~setting personal goals for myself
~...and accomplishing them
~wine
~getting tickets to a concert
~...with 5 of my favorite bands/artists
~running
~...in the park
~biking
~swimming
~anything active
~my beta fish (Benny the Beta)
~...who has lived for over 3.5 years!
~really getting to know people
~catching up with a good friend
~coffee
~cheesecake...mmmm...
~seeing people run
~couples who act like they just met
~seeing people happy

Friday, November 18, 2005

Simply put

'The core element running through my songs is the lonely path one walks through life, the connections you make, and the thoughts that you don't generally share with people. The songs are about life experiences that anyone can identify with. It's just about being a human being. And people seem to be connecting with that.' - James Blunt

I heard his song, You're Beautiful, for the first time today. Wow. Some people just have a way of putting into words the way most people feel. Brilliant.

My life is brilliant.
My love is pure.
I saw an angel.
Of that I'm sure.
She smiled at me on the subway.
She was with another man.
But I won't lose no sleep on that,
'Cause I've got a plan.

You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw your face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you.

Yeah, she caught my eye,
As we walked on by.
She could see from my face that I was,
Fucking high,
And I don't think that I'll see her again,
But we shared a moment that will last till the end.

You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw your face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you.

You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
There must be an angel with a smile on her face,
When she thought up that I should be with you.
But it's time to face the truth,
I will never be with you.

If you haven't checked it out, do. I'm going home and download his cd from iTunes.

Why, oh why?

A little character building about the 2 female co-workers that are about to be mentioned. Both of them are married, in their early 40's, not particularly attractive (but not totally unfortunate looking), etc. On with the story...

As I walk into the kitchen here at work, I see said female co-workers talking at the counter. One goes over to the microwave and pulls out a long, warm, thermal heating pad. She proceeds to put it on the other woman's neck and then around mine. Mmmm, felt good. As I inquire about the use of it, she goes on to say that her back has been hurting and that this pad makes it feel better.

Me: My mom had back surgery when she was younger and has had lower back problems. She had this long (about 3 ft), tubular, battery operated massager that really helps.
Co-worker: Well, I don't have one of those... I have a battery operated massager...oh...I dunno what shape...


All I could think about was a "female pleasure" device. I just wanted to run out of the kitchen with my hand in the air, screaming bloody murder. I hope to goodness that I am wrong about the "massager" she was referring to...

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

Where's the line?

About 2.5 months ago, 2 of my friends took a roadtrip out to California to visit one of the guy's brother. The intended plan was a 2 week roadtrip. Unbeknownst to one of them, the other one had been talking with a guy on line before the trip. Once out there, they met up and got along really well. This lead to him staying in Cali for a total of a month and the other one flying back at the scheduled time. Once back in Atlanta, my friend was very bummed and sad cause he had to be back here, blah blah blah. The next thing we know, the "internet guy" has packed up and moved to Atlanta!

Flag #1 - how many 28 year olds do you know who can just pick up and move cross country (literally) without ANY commitments or obligations??? Job? Apt? Bills? etc. I'm 25 and I couldn't even think about doing that!

Flag #2 - he moves out here without a car, job, place to live, a plan, etc.

Flag #3 - he moves in with my friend from the get-go! They'd only known each other for like 2-2.5 weeks!

Ok, ok...so my friends and I decide to give this guy a fair, clean slate. I'm a little skeptical, but who am I to judge, right? Fast forward 6 weeks and nothing has changed. No job, no car, no plan... Finally, he got a job that he started on Monday of this week...very close to where I work. Here is where it gets interesting... Saturday night, he pulls me aside and asks if I would mind if he rides with me... Me, being the nice guy that I am, told him that I don't mind picking him up, but that he would have to arrange a ride home because I go to the gym after work. Then, I start talking with my other friends and they all have a different take on the whole situation... "G works from home, why doesn't he f-ing take and pick him up from work?!?! It's *his* bf and *his* responsibility!" "G is just f-ing this guy and shoving him off on us just because it's inconvenient for him (G)!" "It's his problem that his bf moved out here without a car, not ours." etc. Apparently, they had asked some of our other friends to "help out." So, here's my question:

Where is the line between "being a good friend" and being taken advantage of? They didn't offer to give me gas money or anything. I see what my friends are saying, but I hadn't really thought about it. Am I being a pushover or just a good friend?

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

What's up with...

...the combining of celebrity names???

Vaughniston = Jennifer Aniston + Vince Vaughn
Tomkat = Tom Cruise + Katie Holmes
Bennifer = Ben Affleck + Jennifer Lopez
BenGar = Ben Affleck + Jennifer Garner

+ more that I can't think of. I just don't get it...

The worst part...is that I even care...

The Biggest Loser...for me...

= The Biggest Baby.

While watching The Biggest Loser tonight, I realized that I am The. Biggest. Baby. During the first part of the episode, I was balling like a little b!+@#. I've never considered myself much of a crier or really emotional, but I guess I have been lately. During the episode, the contestants competed in an "immunity challenge." If they won, they were guaranteed immunity from being voted off and they got a "reward." As they unveiled the rewards that they would receive, I balled like a little baby. The unveiled reward was a loved one. Whether it be a husband or wife or child or parent, it was an emotional reunion. You could just see the shear joy and love that each of them felt for their loved one.

Just good television, folks.