Today I found myself in a rich mans house...
His daddy was a doctor who saved a million people, and then went remarkably insane over the ones he couldn't.

Of course this rich man had enough of everything. He had the best of everything. He can see the whole town from his balcony.
He had everything ever written by or about Winston Churchill or About the fall of the Roman empire.
He never has to worry where the food will come from. He never has to stress because his one pair of dress pants tore at the knee. He buys a new car every six months.
Immaculate smiles stared back from immaculate faces in immaculate picture frames... His family looks like the inserts you find in picture frames on store shelves... Or a gap commercial.

And I pity him... Because he's not alive.
I pity him because anyone who obsesses over Churchill will never be as great as they feel they should be.
I pity him because any person of status who owns an entire collection of "The Fall of the Roman Empire" is likely more paranoid than is conducive to actually enjoying wealth.
I pity him for the binoculars on his balcony.
I pity him because he will never know the joy of a simple home and a self made garden.
I pity him because he will never know how to camp without an RV, The empathy created by real struggle, or how to love another person without judgement.
I pity him because to spite the simple sincerity of those smiles I know he wonders if they really care or if they're waiting for the payout when he dies.

Today I saw myself in a rich mans mirror...
I'm glad I don't have to stare back at that.
Even if I'm a billionaire I promise myself I'll never be a rich man.

For gods sake people post your AGE...
In this the age of plastic surgery it is impossible to tell... and I hate finding out that the girl who's been flirting with me is still in high school... It's just wrong.

I wonder if you ladies of DA ever get sick of the compliments... I mean, those of you who are posting for art and not just to get compliments. Some of you get bombarded... It's silly...

I don't think it means all that much really... Might as well just post "Your genetics make me hard!"
It's BS...
I'd much rather show a girl that the soul behind the eyes moves me through the art... more than just the eyes themselves...
This gets me in trouble in relationships because I fall into the trap of not complimenting a womans body enough.

*sigh* bored... You know what I do when I'm bored?
Crap like this... [link] lol... Some day I'll finish that.

Still can't change my mood. I'm not irritated dangit! ...ok well now I am... I see your game DA.... Touche...

No, I'm not irritated... For some reason DA won't let me change my smiley.

Ok, so I'm not as computerless as I thought I was going to be. It turns out my parents still have the computer I bought in college.
I am now the not so proud owner of a piece of crap Dell... again... this time with no mouse drivers... heh, I've seen more Tab tonight than a rainbow pride parade...
Ok, that was bad...
I don't think I've ever had a Tab, Is it like a pepsi?

Being on this thing is nostalgic... There are still pictures exes on here. I was kind of a he-slut when I started college... I had something to prove to myself I guess... Not really proud of that.

In other news... NACHOS!!!

So... I'm giving my nephew my computer to take off to college tonight... And it may be a couple of months before I have another one.
No one is allowed to forget about me!

I'm sorry for all the unanswered comments and such, I will get to them at friends houses and other places when I have the time, but I'm not sure I'll be able to be on more than once or twice.

If you have my number, keep in touch. If you don't and would like it, or would like to give me yours, note me and I'll write it down as soon as I can get online again.

See all of you online peoples in a month or two!

Stay beautiful where it counts all.

I may not have Internet for a few days, (Don't forget about me!)
I've been playing taxi for my parents as my dads doctor is making him take a driving test, And it's just easier for me to stay over there with Gas prices the way they are. For the time being I have 10 hours of Netzero, but I can sneeze that looking at Deviantart.

Speaking of which... I followed a link from the "Popular" section to an otherwise brilliant gallery, but inside I found this... which was also brilliant... But the corresponding comments... This kind of thing just irritates me...

The whole "Nice Guy" vrs "Asshole" thing just irritates me... Having my gender categorized into two opposing forces while assuming we can't be as individual as women, irritates me... People thinking that women are too stupid to know one from the other of these imaginary forces, irritates me... Slews of guys bitching about how nice they are while simultaneously complaining about their lack of pooty, irritates the ever living fuck out of me. 

But it does prove my point...

Here's the truth...
"Assholes" get what they want because what they want is shallow, ultimately unfulfilling and easy to come by.
"Nice guys" Want the same stuff as the assholes, and are simply too limp-wristed to be up front about it. So they go to Machiavellian lengths to be just as shallow in the end.

"Nice guys" will do far more damage in the end than the "asshole." Because at least the asshole is open about his nature.
I don't know any woman who wouldn't agree that It's better to be fucked over after a few weeks of argumentative socialization and argument fueled sex, than to be fucked over after 12 years of non-opinionated he-bitching and geekish groping.

Look up "Nice" in your dictionary... It's a social construct that gives the illusion of kindness without actually having to be kind. "niceness" is for social interaction with strangers, not relationships.
Kindness is for relationships.
In fact... just for the sake of research...

Guy: A subordinate, socially ambiguous, informal term for a male.
Man: A male person who plays a significant role (husband or lover or boyfriend) in the life of a particular woman.

Personally... If I had to categorize. I'd call myself a "Fair Man."
Here's how, it's simple...

Be fair... Nice when it's called for, Kind as often as possible, Asshole when it's necessary. (And yes, it is occasionally necessary.)
Be a Man... Not a "Guy"... Be significant, not ambiguous.
Make an example of assholes, and make a habit of calling the Nice Guy on his utter bullshit.

And for the love of all things... Stop lumping "Romantic" in with "Nice Guy" ...Byron would call your average nice guy a flop and challenge the fucker to a duel... grrrr....