Giraffes @ MindSay

Oh yeah. Tonight!
Arts and Giraffes
For the First Time
Playing!
FOR FREE!
there is going to be food
And Girls, And more Food
And Mike Trahudo is coming!!!!!


Just kidding, but there will be demo cds, free music. original patch work for Arts and Giraffes.
It's going to be Epic.
Let you guys know the details after.

So, I've been thinking way too much about my own life lately, as always.

A girl I fancy has recently gotten back with her ex, or so the rumour goes.  Maybe not the only girl I'm into, but it does bring to mind the fact that I had plenty of shots and took none of them.

The obvious answer was my crippling fear of rejection.  I've heard "no" from girls' lips far too often that I can't even ask the question unless some force has told me beforehand that the answer is yes.

I haven't actually asked a girl out since 2005.  She said yes, for what it's worth, but the deal fell through, only adding to my paranoia.*

*Of course, I actually DID recently ask a girl out, and she said sure, but needed a raincheck.  I'll count it when I'm actually sitting with her over drinks.

It's ridiculous.  I can chat up girls at parties when I know I won't see them again, no problem. I'm not a social retard.  I'm just motherfucking insecure.  Somewhere along the way, someone did a number on me.

True story: First time I told a girl I liked her, in Grade 5, she ran off crying.  Didn't really set a good tone for all that was to follow.

I'm just kind of an irreparable fuckup.  I just need the kind of girl who would be forward enough to take action.

I'm rambling.  I need a drink.  Good night blog world.
KOR-Scotto

As you might guess from reading my stuff, and as you can imagine if you know me, I don't write a lot about really straightforward, sincere cheerful love and romance. My entire view of relationships has been skewed by the last decade or so of romantic, er, awkwardness (to put it nicely.) This may be epitomized by this one, which I wrote on Valentine's day (or the day before.) I was feeling just a bit sarcastic. It's also the first poem I've written that was center-aligned.


A Valentine Poem

I have not known this before you,
and I would call it love.
All that you are,
all that you do for me,
love.
Liquid as that word is
I’m very much in it with you.

My only reason for pulling myself up
from under the covers
most mornings.
Nothing really happens before I see you,
and oh the fun we have when we stay
up late together.
Having you
inspires me to do great things.

You give me so much
all I can do
is keep returning.
The electricity flowing
from you to me
is unreal
or all too real.

Your warm breath on my lips,
your tawny complexion,
very sweet,
very smooth.
The warmth in my hands
when I hold you,
I need.

Every man knows you,
every woman too.
But they don’t see you
the way I’ve seen.
Love, want, need you,
coffee,
caffeine.

Keep on rockin'
-SAW

PS. Prof Reiby's response was to laugh a bit and say "I should've known your take on Valentine's day would be somewhat skewed." I told him it may have been the most sincere thing I ever wrote. He said it was really just about "chemical dependance," to which I responded, "Isn't that the same as love?"

Listenig  to: Max Normal- When you do that

 

I have nothing new to say, except that I am extremely busy.

 

I wish I could morph into a giraffe and gallavant off into the sunset in the Serengeti or some shit.

 

Or a whole lot of tequila could work too...

The floor is a wooley table.
Giraffes have Fotxtel.
Cream makes cake yuck. (awaiting verification)
It's a land of surprises.
I am confused again.
The ostrich won't have anyone to talk to.
I think that one smells like lime.
Ooh, my package appears to moving!
Nooo!
Is it working?
Now I'm confused.
I own pants, I'm just not wearing any!
Well, that's very benevolent of you.
My eye hurts. Thank god it's too ...
I don't think so.
It may seem like a bad thing then.
Sweet dreams.

-Mitch