Thought for today: You never notice how many bumps a road has until you drive on it when you have a full bladder.
Thought for the week: Never post anything on your blog that you don't want your little brother to read. Josh was mad at me the other night and irrationally fumed, "You can't even get a date!"
Anyway, that's the last I'm going to blog about dating. Ever. In fact, that's the last I'm going to TALK about dating. It's like having a peg leg; deal with it. Talking about it will not make that shark spit your leg back out. So you'd better get used to stumping around and having people give you weird looks.
This next bit isn't mine coz I don't ever write poetry, but I read it on a friend's blog and decided to steal it.
When you get what you want in your struggle for self
And the world makes you king for a day,
Just go to the mirror and look at yourself
And see what that man has to say.
For it isn't your father or mother or wife
Whose judgment upon you must pass.
The fellow whose verdict counts most in you life
Is the one staring back from the glass.
You may be like Jack Horner and chisel a plum
And think you're a wonderful guy.
But the man in the glass says you're only a bum
If you can't look him straight in the eye.
He's the fellow to please-never mind all the rest,
For he's with you clear to the end.
And you've passed your most dangerous, difficult test
If the man in the glass is your friend.
You may fool the whole world down the pathway of years
And get pats on the back as you pass.
But your final reward will be heartache and tears
If you've cheated the man in the glass.