things

I keep a list of 'things to blog about' and it's piling up. I'm just gonna lay them out.

Any dressing room, any where in the world, at any time, I could stay in for hours and pick at my face. I swear the lighting is so good or the mood is just right or something, but man, I seriously find new moles, unnoticed freckles, inappropriate hairs, etc. I actually really like it, in a non-wierd way.

I intended for pictures to accomany this, but I can't pin Max down for 3 seconds to get anything good. Baby socks. Hate. Too tight, too tall, too short, to floppy, don't match, drag off when he moves, puffy, thin, stretch too easily, ect. I can't stand it. That doesn't even do it justice.

The Beret.

I dare one of you to look me in the eye and tell me these are attractive. They can make a beautiful person ugly. A striking woman revolting. A nice-looking man repulsive. Don't mistake me, I love me a good soldier, and there isn't much that came make them unattractive to me, but, this, this can. Please, someone, please, whoever is making them, stop, for the love.

The plastic 'balls' hanging from the back of a truck; needs to stop. They like have a vein in them about it. Don't.

And finally, the phrase "Cowboy Up". Enough said.

That is all.