Oh Boy

Before bed, I've been putting my clothes out for the next day for at least 5 years now. I can't remember exactly when I started. Hmm...it still seems useful to me.

Onto something else. 

I recalled the other day sneaking in through my girlfriend's window when I was a teenager. I think it's funny how I did such a devilish, cliche, mainstream pursuit. I feel like I never did anything orthodox or standard ever. That was fun though:

• Calling my girlfriend around midnight to see if her parents were still awake
• Parking my car a street away and running through the alley up behind her house
• Adrenaline and horniness throwing me up the 8 foot fence which led me up to the roof above the garage
• Tip-toeing across the rooftop to an empty dark window where I knew she was waiting
• Throwing one leg over into the warmth of her room where she'd practically start grabbing me
• No more words said other than "Hey there" and "I love you" for the next two or three hours
• Laying there, breathing hard and sweating in her bed, far removed from worrying about her parents suddenly coming in or checking on a noise
• Laughing with her and delaying my departure so long until the reality of 4:00 or 5:00AM forces me to look for my clothes
• Smiling at the search for my clothes which had been lustfully strewn around her room, because it recaps the moments in my head of the hours before
• Kisses at her window sill that last far too long, mostly in fear of when the next time will be that we meet
• Clumsily tip-toeing back across the roof down to the garage, jumping to the pavement and sprinting to my car because I thought I made a noise and triggered the automatic lights
• Grinning as I speed back home to my mom and dad's, trying to beat the sunrise

Man, I could die and be proud of that.

I'm on fire

waaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh waaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh fire!!

2013 has been a great year to me. And I to it.

My family is healthy, my friends are fun, women are still beautiful (most of the time), work is brilliant, traffic doesn't bother me, drinks taste great and make me feel lighter, and I cannot stop smiling. 

Truly, today was not an extraordinary day, and I'm content. That fact makes me realize my blessings. I feel closer to God when I'm sad, but being that I am happy leads me to believe that He is smiling upon me. I finally feel like I am on some sort of course. I don't know where, but I finally feel it. I don't feel that I belong here or anywhere in particular, but I'm finally accepting that. I don't know in the slightest who I will meet to spend the rest of my life with, but I finally know what I want that person to be for me, and I for her.

waaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh waaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh fire!!

I don't think that praying for things to happen gets you what you seek, but I believe that you can ask for guidance, and that you can pray for a change in perspective.