Friday, December 16, 2005

lesson #225: you trap me and you don't even realize it

Been watching Desperate Housewives. I rented the DVDs for Season 1. Loved the first 8 episodes, after which the humor tapered off a bit. You wouldn't have imagined that an episode where a guy gets a heart attack in the middle of kinky sex would be uninteresting, but it is compared to say, the pilot episode. Maybe it's the fact that the gardener didn't make an appearance. Ooh let me try to find a picture.


This photo doesn't do him justice. His eyes, his perfectly kissable lips... The look he always has of being totally in love with Eva Longoria. Swoon.

You know, it's weird how sometimes you sat up and got ready to type something meaningful, but something trivial came out instead. Something holds people back from baring all in their blogs. I know someone who feels trapped. Someone who's aware that eyes are on the blog and as such, some things couldn't be said. Some things couldn't be shared for fear of condemnation. It's irritating sometimes to feel that leash tugging on you.

It's not for every reader to label a blog as superficial or fake or otherwise. For every single shoe conquest a girl might talk about, she might be hiding a struggle to fight depression, a problem with the family, or a rejection from the one she truly loved.

Don't really know why I'm talking about this now. Guess I'm just feeling that leash tugging. Things I want to write but I can't. And now I've wasted sleep time on being vague and philosophical. Damn it, I hate having to wake up early for driving.