Love is a form of prejudice. You love what you need, you love what makes you feel good, you love what is convenient. How can you say you love one person when there are ten thousand other people in the world that you would love more if you ever met them? But you’ll never meet them.
— Charles Bukowski, Hot Water Music
If you have deliberated and decided, you are committed; you have to follow through.
# May 28, 2012 / 9:49PM
Walking on the ceiling..
I wouldn’t know a nun from a chuck!
