"Oh my God I almost died today!"
Temi bounced around like a giddy school girl. Only half an hour ago she was clinging to her chair, digging her nails into its frame, and chanting: "I'm going to die! I'm going to die! I'm going to die!"
And now she's chanting: "Let's do that again! Let's do that again! Let's do that again!"
With true friends, there are no "Goodbyes," only "See you laters."
So I say to you all, "I'll see you all later!"
Why do I say that? Just as a precautionary measure. I'm going to fulfill a life-long dream of mine this Thursday, May 13th—I'm going to sky dive!
With true friends, there are no "Goodbyes," only "See you laters."
Standing in a tight stairway at a friend's house during our farewell party, I said those lines as tears brimmed and sobs choked the air.
I wonder what my life would be like if I was more of an asshole.
While having a few drinks with some friends, I became embroiled in a steady and intensive conversation with my friend Jen. She slurred and mumbled her words; I listened and offered opinions.
I see life as a series of paths before me. Like branches of a tree they stretch out in random directions, each with it's own branch children and grandchildren.
I love New York City.
Where else can you get toxic hot dogs at ever corner? Where else can you see bisexual transvestites in platform shoes walk along side executives in suits and ties? Where else can you get punched in the face just for bumping into somebody?
What's with web portals these days? Every large corporation seems to want one. Do they really believe there's big money to be made in the portal business? Or is it just an easy solution to sell to your CEOs when they ask for a web presence?
Love does not make sense. Love is not technical. Love is not black and white.
When it comes to matters of the heart, you cannot apply human standards of fairness and mathematical principles of logic.
When a person Loves, a person Loves. It does not have to make sense. It only has to exist and to be boundless.
If second chance ever asks you for a dance, walk up to her and take her hand. And make sure you know how to dance.
Weekly random rambles, musings & writings of Mike Lee in San Francisco, CA