This girl.
Somewhere In Between Brownies
Yesterday I posted a poll at the Dash of Dan Facebook page, asking how you liked your brownies.
Most people fall into one of three categories; fudgy, cakey, or chewy brownies.
I find my own tastes lie somewhere in between.
This brownie isn’t cakey, but has a slightly chewy texture, crackled top, with a denser chocolatey center.
If I could sum this woman up in two words. It would be, Perfect Coincidence. I mean. How could two people from so very different paths meet and be absolutely perfect? It’s such a strage absolution and I think about it every day. I’m so blessed I was granted this one chance at being completely blissful for the rest of my life. I mean.. I don’t know if I’m the only one that feels this way. But, I sure hope she does too. She’s the light in my eyes. The sun in the sky. The break in my cloudy days. The effortless ocean waves. I know I sound like a tard. But she’s my everything ya dig? I’d give so many worlds just so she could be happy. I’d wipe a million tears just to make sure she wasn’t sad. I’d make a million faces and go to thousands upon thousands of places just to make that beautiful face laugh and smile. She’s my muse, my inspiration, my love, and I’m just very thankful that I’ve met someone like this. Thank you universe. Thank you Oberst. Love to all who made this happen.
One day. When I meet this man. I’m gonna kiss the shit outta him. No homo. He’ll reply in some stunned way, “Why the love son?” I’ll gesture kindly and say “It’s for bringing me happiness for all these years. For bringing me someone so beautiful it makes me cry. It’s thanks to you that I now know my soulmate. I love you so much. Now you carry so much more meaning to me. Conor Oberst. Thank you. Deeply. I know for a fact that you aren’t reading this. Ha. The chance I’d get to talk to you is very slim. But I’d thank you a million times over for bringing me something so beautiful.
This song.. Makes me so happy. For some strange reason. I see myself. Like.. years in the future. Traveling to some far away place with my woman.. Leaving everything behind to go live somewhere beautiful. Finding some beat up ass house and seeing ungodly potential in it. Starting up some home renovation project. Kinda just screwing around.. Throwing paint at each other as we paint the inside a million hues of blue and green and red. We’d laugh and screw around and get things done. This song blaring from some crap ass stereo plugged in to the wall. Cigarette burning in the ash tray. Joint in my mouth. Just having a freakin ball you know? Wearing some levi jeans covered in that days work and play. Reminiscence at its best. ha. I wonder if that’s a premonition.
Thoughts
You know.. I do alot of thinking. Alot.. Kind of almost too much ya know? About life, love, stress, future, past, goals, dreams, hopes, aspirations, finalizations, all of that sort. Life’s long. I think the you only live once saying is irrelevant. Because after we leave we’re souls traveling as we do. We’re travelers. A traveling race. We travel from here to there. We’re as nomadic as it gets. Always trying to find that new frontier. That new.. area of paradise that we can set our eyes on and possibly live in harmony. I mean.. what is our purpose? Our goal. Where are we going with this? I’m tired of all the lies.. the slander.. the corporate nonsense. Corporations are people too? Next thing you know they’re gonna get married too. I’m a firm believer in humanity. I believe that if we stopped playing all these little games with each other and actually sat down, had a nice dinner, and talked about things in a humane manner instead of hiding behind paperwork and elections and all that popularity nonsense. We’d actually get somewhere. I mean.. communication is everything. If we’d just learn to communicate and grow and learn and love one another. We’d grow exponentially and learn so much about ourselves. I’m a firm believer in the fact that we started out as two beings. We were separated at birth by our souls and we’re meant to find one another. I know this is some farfetched belief. But what the hell. I know it’s true and I know there’s someone out there for everyone. I’ve found that someone and I’m trying to be civil and make it work. But you cant plant a flower and expect it to grow instantaneously. You have to put work into it.. sing to it.. water it.. spend time with it. Nuture the shit out of it till it blossoms into a beautiful being. It’s like that with everything. You gotta take the time out of your life to actually do something with it instead of just planting it and letting it be. There comes a point in life where.. things matter so much more. As you grow older and realizations become all to clear. Or as you begin the journey to open your eyes. It’s not as awkward as it seems. I mean.. You can view the glass as half empty or half full. But all in all it’s a glass with liquid in it. Look at the scenery around the glass. I mean.. what are you pouring the glass on? Counter tops.. tables.. or just mid air. I mean circumstance is always in the perception. Perception is how you view things.. Try taking a step in someone elses shoes. Even if you think their life is better. Or even if they have the most farfetched life you’ve ever seen. It wouldn’t hurt to see where they’re coming from. Life is beautiful. Take it one step at a time. Be glad you’re here. with all your friends and family alike. We’re all brothers and sisters. Take some time out to tell the person next to you that you love them. Just for being there. Just for having a belly button. Just for breathing like you would. Love what you do, do what you love.
