November 2010
You can call me a lot of things, but you cannot...
Today I found out a little more about myself. I would make quite the burglar. Here’s why:
Today, the first snow of the year fell in Amsterdam and the surrounding cities and towns. It gave me an amazing view during the ride home on the bus. I was totally happy. I’m probably the only person in Holland that feels about the snow that way. So, anyway, I hop off the bus and walk home. And...
Single Dad
This is a story I made up from observations I did while sitting on Damsquare, Amsterdam, sometime in September.
Single Dad sits on Damsquare with Son, Daughter and Baby. Baby is sitting on Single Dad’s lap, happily exploring the world around him, as it is new to him. Single Dad holds him with his left arm, while texting on his Blackberry with his right hand. Son and Daughter chase the...
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Bill Gates went to a restaurant and paid a $2 tip....
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FOUND IT!
Check out my totally sweet Polly Pocket. This one was mine. Can’t remember what happened to it though… I think my mom gave it to someone else’s kid. My sister had one too. It was blue and had like an ice skating rink. Check it:
So awesome!! :D
I dream
I dream a dream of you and me. Holding hands, laughing. Sitting, telling each other jokes. You look at me and smile.
I dream a dream of an unknown place. Strangers walking past me, ignoring my presence. I wander down the streets, not knowing where to go. Lost.
I dream a dream of running. Just running, in a wide open field. With the wind in my face and grass beneath my bare feet. Without a clue...
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To write
To write is to put order in the constant chaos that is in my head. So many thoughts develop in my head every single day and distract me. Words evaporate as soon as they materialized. I can’t write them all down at once. Inspiration flickers like a candle in the night. All day I try to figure out what those words were. Those brilliant words that sprouted from my simple, yet sometimes...
“the way you walk, way you talk, way you say my name is beautiful, wonderful....”
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When I grow up.
“What do you want to be when you grow up?”
“When I grow up, I wanna be…”
A princess. An elementary school teacher. A dancer. A scientist. A dolphin trainer. A marine biologist. An astronaut. A fashion designer. A singer. An actress.
When I was little, people would ask me what I wanted to be when I’d grow up. Every year my answer would change, as did I. None...
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Love is a temple, love is a higher law
Several days, or weeks ago, someone asked me what it was with me and the gay community. I’m sure you, as a reader of this blog, might have noticed that too. With my upbringing and way of life, you probably wouldn’t expect me to be as passionate about this as I am. But I am passionate. And not even just a little.
I think it might be due to an early exposure to romantic movies and songs...
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Step One: Go to Google Maps. Step Two: Go to Get...
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