Here is the complete poem that James Dean wrote that includes the famous saying, "Dream as if you'll live forever; Live as if you'll die today." It's a great poem, and it saddens me that that last bit is the only part of it that people seem to repeat.
Life is short, break the rules (they were made to be broken)
Forgive quickly, kiss slowly
Stupid Cupid stop picking on me
You got me jumping like a crazy clown
And I don't feature what you're putting down
Well since I kissed his loving lips of wine
The thing that bothers me is that I like it fine...
- Stupid Cupid (Connie Francis version) -
What can I say? When I think we've worked it out, and I'm sure that there's no spark...BAM! He pulls me back in. This weekend was wonderful.
I am very particular about scent. I don't use perfume. I have a blend of two oils specially mixed for me by a lady in Wilmington, NC. It smells a bit like Incense Avignon, only sweeter and a bit more woodsy, I suppose. Anyway, I had been out of the oil for a few months and finally got around to placing an order last week. Yesterday it arrived in the mail. Yay!! I happily unpacked the bottle, jumped in the shower, got ready for work, and dabbed a bit of the oil here and there...
Lack of sleep. No sleep. Staying up too late. I'm a night owl, though. I just don't sleep well - at all. As demonstrated in my last blog. It's hard however to go to sleep at a decent hour when you don't get home until after 10pm. I don't like working Friday nights because I have to be at work early Saturday morning.
There is a man at work who has made it quite clear that he's interested in me. I work with him on Saturdays and even though we, as a group, get along fairly well,