Max39211 - Josh G

Sometimes I wish I worked in an office where everyone spoke a foreign language so I could just absorb it like osmosis. But then I’d feel stupid when people asked me a question and just stared at them blankly. 

I want to be the Romeo to your Juliet.

I’m yours (part II)

I want to live in your unbreakable heaven. I want to listen to you sing as you develop. I want to say things I can’t say on the Internet. I’ll roll the dice when you tell me and roll my eyes only if you let me. I want to find the balcony where you sip tea. I love you.

A mix to start and end your weekend!

Videos

I don’t plan to post them yet because my brother is the one who likes to be the center of attention (he’d say otherwise), but some of my videos are of things other than my cat sleeping, although that’s what is usually happening at my house. And lately I’ve been finding random old photos.

And I caved in and agreed to FaceTime. It’s hard to say no to my nieces, especially when they have a new kitten. She’ll probably make an appearance on my Facebook page.

The greatest love story of all time more or less began with this song (believe it or not).

When you’re a poor kid, you have to make some compromises to get ahead. So, I try to remember the tale about the hare and the turtle. I think we all know how that story goes.

Taylor Swift and the Trap of Needing To Be Liked

Swift's constant search for approval is a product of our internalized misogyny, but in 'Miss Americana,' she lets that go. We need to do the same.

This is my favorite of the #MissAmericana reviews, although I think the headline is a bit off. (Loved the doc, BTW. I subscribed to Netflix just to watch it.)

I call this place #MyBlueHeaven. It’s the place where I felt most in touch with #God. The nuns sang for dinner (literally) and there was a ski lodge up the road. Oh, and the “convenience” stores were convenient for getting your liquor via chocolate candies. (FTR, I preferred the Lake Como area.)

This is my father’s favorite song of all time.