not my cup of tea

a relationship is like a cup of tea. left out in the open too long and it just grows cold. i'm pensive about how it fell apart - was there something that i didn't do? was it something we could reconcile? when was the turning point? how can it be salvaged? but nothing comes to mind. well, not nothing. correction, a lot of things. so many things that they bump and cancel one another out to become nothing.

passion dissipates like evaporating steam off the wide orifice of a teacup. it's gradual, barely visible, until ultimately, it becomes cold and you're left with nothing but a soggy tea bag, half a cup of amber liquid that stains the glass, and the somber recollection of the warmth that once soothed the soul. now, the longer it sits, the more permanent the stain.

i'd say we were like oil and vinegar. a delightful mix, but never really homogenous. never really coalescing. maybe we needed a shaking. things needed a stir. but we were left sitting on the counter, powerless to stir ourselves, gradually separating into adjacent layers until we were completely distinct. the thin layer of our relationship was the only thing that bound us.

my thoughts are befuddled. too much thinking. i've had the sudden realization of the certain clarity in not thinking. the feeling of not feeling. it may be a bore, but apathy is a great panacea.

i was still waiting for a response when she started gathering her things. i guess that's when she made the conscious decision. she got dressed, put on her coat and went outside. i followed and she gave me one last glance. sheepishly, i asked her if this was it. she nodded, said a quiet yes, got in her car, then left. and as i walked back to an empty house, all that remained was her unfinished tea, now cold, left sitting on the table.

the vestiges of what once was.

we can only live for what the hope of tomorrow brings.

bums bums bums

today, as i stared out the window of my car, i saw two homeless men embracing each other on the streets of downtown san jose. i was touched. they might've been without a home, but they were certainly not without affection. i'm in need of some affection. nothing salacious, maybe just a hug or a punch in the arm saying, "it's gonna be okay."

Abercrombie and Fitch bias case is settled

Rob: What came first, the music or the misery? People worry about kids playing with guns, or watching violent videos, that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands, literally thousands of songs about heartbreak, rejection, pain, misery and loss. Did I listen to pop music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to pop music?

i vote because...

quite frankly, i can. never mind civic participation, voting for a candidate i truly believe in, or even an overwhelming sense of civic duty. i vote to taunt the oppressed populace of tyrant nations.

with that mindset, i'm a winner with every lever i pull. it doesn't matter who wins.

looks like we're in for 4 more years of more of the same. at least we can enjoy hefty tax cuts and a government that spends like m.c. hammer during his heyday. politics will remain as entertaining as the daily comics section. and i honestly can't wait to see what country we'll skirmish with next! is it gonna be the north koreans? the iranians? or an obscure african country? or maybe it's time we make cuba the next puerto rico. or maybe we can start betting on the winner of the nucular (read: nuclear) arms race at our local bookies! woohoo!

so what can we learn from this? never, never underestimate the power of born-again farmers living on huge tracts of land in middle america. massing your firepower isn't as effective as an overall spread. so, boys, it's time to grab your shotguns (and your now legal assault weapons) and get ready for war!

on a different note, those koalas/kangaroos have never looked cuter. yay for masupials!