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Random Thoughts For November 2011

The average person who tells me I'm full of shit, knows more about Kim Kardashian than they do about Obama's presidency.

What if you did walk a mile in someone elses shoes and they felt comfortable.  What would you say to them?

One of the most profound movie lines on dating comes from the movie Clerks, when Silent Bob finally breaks his silence and says "You know, there's a million fine looking women in the world, dude. But they don't all bring you lasagna at work. Most of 'em just cheat on you."  

I had a conversation with someone about eye contact a few days ago.  I think it's overrated.  Sometimes when I'm speaking with someone and they are looking at me, I can see right through them and while I'm giving them sound advice, they are thinking about who will win Dancing with the Stars.  I can see it in their eyes.

I am almost never tired, yet I yawn more than any human on the planet.  Thoughts?

I'm thinking about writing a blog about sex, but need to do more research.

I don't know what I was talking about, but I told someone the other day that the only movie that has ever given me a nightmare was Hitchcock's Spellbound.

I have an uncanny and odd love of cottage cheese.  Pretty much everyone else I know hates it.

I have a pile of mail on my bed that dates back to two weeks ago.  I did however open the one that promised me a cash prize if I test drove a car.  I didn't test drive the car.

Am I the only person who looks at a restaurant menu and thinks about how much it would cost me to make the same dish (probably as good) and have leftovers?

Last night I watched a sitcom and was mouthing the dialogue before it happened.  That is just how predictable TV has come.

While speaking to people the last couple of weeks, I realized mine and others biggest fault is lying to themselves.  It's tragic, because it compounds the problems.

Recently I saw an attractive 20-something with an attractive 50-something and realized I've hit that certain age, where the choice (if I had one) wasn't so easy.

Last night I walked home in the cold and thought about promises of laying in front of a fire, glass of wine and some Chinese food.  Maybe something romantic to set the mood like Dexter.

Well it's almost time to get going and my thought process isn't really working today.  I think tonight, I need to sit down and write something good.  I need to get back to normal. Stop the drivel and the cries for attention.  I need to write about things that really get me going.  I just have no thoughts as of late.  Well, I do, but I don't know who reads this and I don't want to alienate anyone.  Well not really.

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