Ugly Parts

Sometimes I see things in myself that truly make me sad. Inconsistencies in logic and understanding, assumptions and judgements about others, crass, inconsiderate, damaging, idle words, selfish, thoughtless, irreversable actions.

If you ever get a glimpse at my worst moments, I am truly sorry. They make me loose sleep. I can be a terrible person.

The worst part, is that it's usually the people I care most about who are affected by my inexcuseable stupidity. I'm most sorry to you.

I want to find solace and shelter from this, in the fact that probably everyone has some part of themselves that is revilable. "I'm no different than everyone else." But that just makes me dissapointed in humanity.

I think that an apology is nothing more than an admission of regretful wrongdoing. From that point, progress can me made.

To everyone (yes, this means you):
I apologize.

Now, it's up to me.

Adam

Tickle me off

Adam, climbing the playground ladder: "Daddy, look at me!
Daddy: "I'm going to tickle you!"
Adam: "NO! You'll tickle me off!"

BABY DROPPIN!

http://www.reuters.com/news/video?videoId=81490

I wonder if these people think we're idiots too.

Tea Time

So I invented a line of tea.

Simplicitea
Puritea
Levitea
Tranquilitea

The list can go on and on. If I only had a tea farm.

Going Home

That's Home, with a capital H. The place where everything is right again. Where your mommy makes your favorite meal, and your dog is there to love you as if you never moved half-way across the country. I'm going home and it feels so good. See you soon.

Sent from a portable device. Please forgive my brevity.