perfect recipe for problems

although there are many ways for trouble to erupt in life - most of the time we contribute to our own problems if not create them all by ourselves.  most of the time we say something like "hindsight is 20/20" or "if i only knew then what i know now".
my point is a lot of problems start when people assume things.  the power of an individual making an uneducated guess (which is what an assumption is) and being correct is rarely the case.  instead of theorizing incorrectly and making an a#$ out of you and me (get it ass - u - me) making sure you know your facts! 

title correction of a previous blog

i recently was reading some of my blogs from a while back and noticed i made a mistake.

the blog currently entitled "29 reasons to party" should be "29 reasons NOT to party".

i guess i was in a hurry and didn't take enough time to proofread everything before i published it.

i tried to go back in and edit it,  but i wasn't able to.  therefore - i made a new post all about it. 

anyway - i feel better now.=)

two letters

the root of my frustration is people not listening to what they are saying.  when an individual wants to express verbally that they do not care about something - they often say "i could care less".

this makes absolutely no sense and i hear people say it constantly.  why don't people listen to what they are saying and realize that if they don't care about something the correct expression would be "i couldn't care less". 

i guess its just a pet peeve of mine that i decided to write a bit about.

lost feelings of the unworthy

you make it hard to have patience

time passes but nothing changes

i try to pretend its not true

but when you're not here i miss you

can't dismiss this distraction

body aching for a reaction

do i go beyond my jurisdiction

or be satisfied with the unavoidable distraction

my face is smiling

my stomach is turning

my heart is pounding

why do i walk away

when your smile makes me want to stay

i want to sit on your lap

i want to read your body like a map

i want to kiss your lips

i want to know what i don't want to miss

fade the black

who knew a trip to the can
would result in me becoming a man

true identity became the question
not once did i even mention

without the unwanted jewelry
your hand i would hold freely

on our way to our cage
but we are on the same page

fingertips turn out to be
the thing that took you from me

we never had a reservation
just a disgraced occupation

we never had time to waste
withdrawal was much too sour of a taste