'She Screams... for Ice Cream'

“You may find the perfect lover by comparing tastes in ice cream, says Alan Hirsch, M.D., a neurologist and director of the Smell and Taste Treatment and Research Foundation in Chicago. Researchers call this “ice-cream hedonics.” Dr. Hirsch conducted a study of 720 people, ages 24 to 59, in which he correlated personality tests, their favorite ice-cream flavors, their partners’ favorite ice creams, and relationship status. Coffee-ice-cream lovers—found to be dramatic, seductive, flirtatious—are most romantically compatible with strawberry fans. Vanilla gals (emotionally expressive and fond of PDA) melt best with rocky-road guys. And mint-chocolate-chip fans are meant for each other.”

- Men’s Health, ‘Is She Good in Bed?’

I think I’ll start taking all my dates to Baskin Robbins from now on. Although my three favorite flavors (no kidding) are coffee, strawberry, and mint chocolate chip. So… am I poly-compatible or just, you know... hungry?

Happy Birthday, E

E: This year our sponsored event in the fair is a vocal contest of sorts and I am one of the judges. Last night I had to sit through some girl butchering my favorite rocker ballad, Extreme's More Than Words. Its like our family's favorite song and I wanted to throw a mic at her face for ruining it in such a horrible way. GR.

[If only I could rescue you from this life, girl. But it's oh-so-funny sometimes.]

Yes.

I disregard the proportions, the measures, the tempo of the ordinary world. I refuse to live in the ordinary world as ordinary women. To enter ordinary relationships. I want ecstasy. I am a neurotic — in the sense that I live in my world. I will not adjust myself to the world. I am adjusted to myself.

- Anais Nin, March 25, 1933

Purpose

There must be purpose here, 'cause most of us keep waking up.
(Don't you think it's pretty here).
It's so unexpectedly predictable, so sloppily intentional.
Does anyone know the punch-line yet?

There must be rhythm here, 'cause all of us have a heartbeat.
(Don't you see the music here).
Inside our ribs we tick an average of 60 beats a minute.
A-rum-pum-pum-pum-pum...
A-rum-pum-pum-pum-pum-pum...

There must be forgiveness here 'cause most of us have our weaknesses.
(Tell me what are your weaknesses).
I don't know myself, and I am afraid of you.
I'm happiest on chemicals.
The goings come and the comings go.
Forgive me I'm just an animal.

There must be healing here, 'cause everybody here has been damaged.
And we'll wear it like a tattoo, every scar is a smile.
To hell with the going down.

And we'll wear it like a tattoo, every scar is a smile.
To hell with the going down.

To hell with the going down.

There must be an afterlife here, 'cause everyone prays for resurrection.
You see the end comes quick as a bullet.

- Cloud Cult



[I think I'm manic again.]

Runaway.

I'm at that point where I've been away for so long, so often, that I'm staying away still to avoid the mess I've left behind.

[Take that any way you want.]