Don't Be Afraid of Something New

Greg Holden is the shit.  Straight up (now tell me) his music is awesome.  Take a moment to expand your mind and listen to a new artist.  Without new sounds, we wither and die under the same mediocrity that we are faced with every day.  Take a listen to Mr. Holden and feel something fresh.

Anger in "I Don't Believe You".  We all know someone this applies to; hell, I can think of a good dozen folks I'd like to sing this to, face to face (except I can't sing, so that would be nothing short of terrifying).

Memories of a hangover and the good times that led to it in "Bar on A".  Seriously, most of us can relate to this song.  (Probably more so if he sang about puking.  Shut up and stop judging me).

Shed a tear to "The Lost Boy".

What am I trying to tell you?  Go to iTunes (or another online retailer) NOW and purchase his music.  Expand your mind folks.  Besides, you'll be ahead of the trend when he's a well known artist.

Kisses!

To Whom Do You Belong?

Children terrify me.

It's no secret; they straight up scare the bejesus outta me.  Yet, they seem to be oddly fascinated with me.  I'm convinced that, much like wild animals, they are able to smell my fear.

I wasn't always like this.  When I was younger, I didn't mind being around children.  I would play with them and try to engage them through baby talk and such.  However, as I grew older and went through a period when I wasn't around them regularly, I developed an aversion to them.  It's not like I hate them or anything.  It's just...well....let me steal a line from Margaret Cho:  when I see them, I feel nothing.

Can't help it, it's just the way I am.

Yet, there are times when I think I might want one (you know, to start my army).  I've always joked that if I had twins, I would name them Vodka and Rum (because clearly, I like to drink).  In all seriousness though, there are times when I feel like I might wanna be a dad.  (I just threw up.  Not just a little in my mouth, but all over the cat that is sitting beside me.  That's how much it freaks me out.)

I go with the normal reasons to not be a parent:

          I'm too selfish;

          I would lose interest;

          My cat would get jealous and smother him/her/it;

          Um, DIRTY DIAPERS;

          I'd kinda suck at it.

Yet, I have that damn clock ticking away telling me it's time.  "I'm a huge homo!" I scream at it!  "Only lady gays have that urge!!!"  Yet, it ticks on.  And it ticks.  Quite frankly, it's starting to annoy me.  Where the hell is the snooze button anyway?!?

(Sorry for that being less funny than I had hoped, but I'm glad it's off my chest.  Also, if I do it, I totally need a nanny, because, well, DIRTY DIAPERS!!!!)

The Dog Knows That We're "Those Kinds of People"