Cuddling Hours

I am a firm believer that no arguing should be done before the closing period of "Cuddling Hours". Now depending upon your schedule, “Cuddling Hours” should be somewhere between 11pm and 11am... for example my cuddling hours go from 11p to 8a with a half hour rest/water/"I just need a minute to get rid of the pins and needles I have in my left arm from you resting your head on my arm" period. The only activities that should take place between these hours are drinking, fucking and spooning... But someone decided to disturb me during my cuddling period and now I can't sleep... So with that in mind here are some of the random thoughts going through my head:

Good women are like amazing music.

How can I make such a comparison? To be completely honest, I have no clue. But, what I do know is that music can change or amplify a person’s mood. Now while I realize that this is no epiphany, I think that it’s an important point to make for my argument. A woman you care about should be able to cause certain emotions to stir, not just butterflies and skipped heart beats, but real emotions. Happiness is all good and dandy but I would venture to say that you don’t know how much you care about someone until they hurt you. However easy it is to let them “ride off into the sunset” is a pretty good indicator of just how much you care. Love is getting pissed off and fighting until you feel as if you want nothing more to do with the person only to realize shortly after that you still long for their attention and support. I also realize that under certain circumstances this can become an unhealthy habit, but in the cases where drugs and/or abuse aren’t an issue I believe the desire to work through your problems is key to a healthy relationship. And in retrospect, I really shouldn’t have mentioned love because it is a pretty hefty topic that could go on for days but I hope you catch my point. It really doesn’t matter if you’ve been with someone for a day or a year, if you can let them walk away from you without so much as a fight you really don’t care about them as much as you think. All the feelings of wanting them back at a later date are usually influenced by your ego or desire to have sex. I can count on one hand the amount of women I wasn’t ready to let go of, and to be honest its only two. So how does this all relate to music? Well whenever I listen to Bill Withers I stop the record and experience a feeling of sadness. In a little over two minutes, he can make me miss a woman I’ve never met and yet I keep playing the song. I kind of let that get away from me but fuck it, it’s too early to worry about coherent thoughts and I tried to wrap it up in the end so who cares?

I feel as if I should claim a victory for wrapping that all up at the end there... so yay for me!!

More about "L.A." Girls

Being that I’ve spent most of my life in L.A. I always feel its imperative that I’m not really sure what a “good” girl is… I mean I live in the land of coke whores and sluts… I was watching a stand up special on HBO the other day and the comedian (Jim Jefferies) made a really good point…When a guy has sex with a bunch of girls he’s referred to as a stud. On the other hand when a chick has sex with a bunch of dudes she’s referred to as a slut.. What’s the difference? Well to me nothing, but he made the point that to be a “stud” you had to have a few things going for you: you have to be funny, witty, charming, drive a decent car and have a fake job. You have to have all of these things at once and use them in the right combinations if you’re too funny no one takes you seriously. If you’re too witty you come off as a dick. If you’re too charming you seem like a sleaze ball. To be a slut there is only one requirement: Be there… Things that make you go hmmmm…

Privacy

My friends always ask why I have a password on my phone… My reply is so that bitches (both female and male) stay out of my business. I mean I try to be as honest as possible and try to make a point of telling the truth whenever a question is asked. But FUCK!! Why go through my texts? If I make it a point to say all you have to do is ask then all you have to do is FUCKING ask… It’s not a difficult concept is it? Anyway, what’s done is done and its water under the bridge at this point.. I’m no longer mad but I am changing the password on my iPhone. And I’m not telling a soul the password; if I’m dying and you need to call my mom call her from your own damned phone!

Love,

Lost Halo :-)