peeves moonshine The cloves, the constant beer or joint. They way you don't shut the bathroom door. The way you don't flush the tiolet to what, conserve water? The way you spend time bitching about the cost of mayo. Driving miles for cheap gas. Always settling for less. The way your rude to the waitress, to short to be said. The way your sleeves dangle in my food while you reach across. The way you say Wasabi sauce. The way everytime you tell me how wonderful I am and drift off into not so-intellectual conversations about air conditioning. The way you rammed the grocery carts and yelled at me, for your damn driving skills. For babying me and crying. For everything, for every that makes you a boy and not a man. 010305 ... brown cardigan boy first of all i like the way cloves smell. i hate that feeling you get on one of those sunny sunday afternoons, it feels the way the last day of summer feels. you dread the next day cause then you have to get back with reality and you can't be lazy, 010305 ... twiggie when people draw cat women with big boobs. i hate that. 010305 ... mikey when you just wake up and people try to make you smile and laugh if your not a morning person! or when your sad and down and people stupidily try to just make you smile as if a simple smile will help. 010306 ... soia try making yourself smile I'll be damned if it doesn't make you feel a little better, no matter how bad you feel and I feel I can say this, because people were telling me that for years, and I always hated it, but now I can see they were right 010306 ... mikey i agree with you. but i think you misunderstood. what is a smile if it is fake? what is a smile if its simply at that one moment because it was forced? its much much deeper then simply muscles moving on your face. 010306 ... soia the smile that begins as forced will become real 010306 ... mikey your assuming it will become real. life based on assumptions ends up being harsh and full of pitfalls. i like how you speak and what you say im just playing devils advocate. 2 sides to everything..its always good to think of the opposite. at least i think so. 010306 ... nocturnal ya think so? I've been made to smile when all I wanted to do was bitch and/or cry about whatever happened to be bothering me that day, and it just gave me something else to be pissy about. But if you really believe it works, maybe it's worth just one more try. 010306 ... mikey isnt a smile more what you feel INSIDE? a forced smile COULD become real IF the person insde feels the smile or its value or meaning is real. love is simply a description of a feeling. a smile is simply the reaction of a feeling. i know many who walk around with a smile on their face all the time but when i get to know them their soul is sadness and lonely. 010306 ... mikey nothing is set in stone or predictable...but i think some of us out there who take the time to express our views and opinions at least have a chance of helping ourselves or someone else reading. in my 6-10 hours of blathering all night and this morning i feel alot better now then i did last night. 010306 ... dean-bean When people talk durring a movie. Especially if all they are wearing is a sheet. Especially if they just got done fucking your room mate. God damn it. There's a sound you don't want to wake up to. 010402 ... nocturnal that my list of blathes both here and on blue has been cut short. everything I wrote between march and may have somehow mysteriously disappeared from my lists. this is highly annoying. 010527 ... birdmad find a blathe where you put in your name and your email, then find one where you just put name but no email according to one list on blue ( w/ email address), i have only about thirty blathes according to the other (w/o email) i have over a thousand (see: "damn i guess i talk too much" at blue) 010527 ... nocturnal yeah, I've done that and a number of other things. they're just plain gone. 010527 ... where are my manners? thank you very much for trying to help, though. much appreciated. 010527 ... the bird no sweat 010527 what's it to you? who go blather from