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what's the old phrase again? no man is an island.

watching justice league unlimited reminded me of this. totally corny. yet true. even the most remote person has to need someone, something, to live on.

how one surrounds oneself can be by choice or imposed on. thinking about it, it's mostly by choice. because no matter how much anything is imposed on us, we always have a choice to continue or change. life is full of choices. another cliche. as often repeated by a good friend.

my dad reminded me this wednesday is ash wednesday. hm. not that i really care. lost too much respect for the church to care anymore. born catholic, but agnostic by choice. i still believe in a divine force, god - if you will, who is primarily benevolent. i still believe in signs, omens, spirits, and things that are beyond our understanding.

and i cannot begin to understand how an organization can be so hypocritical to claim to be the vessel to clean people's homes when even their own homes are not that clean to begin with. i say, practice what you preach, and then you can judge me.

a friend once asked me, what my 'standards' in a man are. i would like to say simple, but that is so cliched. and too hypocritical if i say looks don't matter. let's face it, looks do matter. i would probably say i am normally attracted to darker-skinned guys than fair-skinned ones. taller than i am. and beefy. now that the physical is over, the most important asset in someone is the sense of humor. compatibility.

deal breakers, per the deliciously glam carrie, would be insecurity, which can be in the form of arrogance, bigotry, rudeness, superiority/inferiority complex, and overall negativity. no long distance relationships. they never ever work. well, i think they won't work.

smoking and drinking is fine, as long as it's not in the excess. i have no plans of becoming an enabler/sponsor/cause of an addiction.

chinese new year coming up! may it bring love to us all. we are in dire need of love, however form it comes in.

i saw an episode of extreme hollywood. they featured cosmetic surgery and other forms of enhancements. what was totally funny and tragic was that there were surgery addicts, yet the doctors who knew they were addicts continued to provide surgeries for them, at the risk of their body parts collapsing and other fatal complications.

what gripped my attention was not the surgical-looking barbie wanna-be, nor the labial surgery to enhance female sexual experience and female orgasms, but the anal bleaching treatment of a porn star. yes, ladies. anal bleaching. she had her rectal area waxed and bleached to match the skin tone of the rest of her body. holy shit. and that made me curious. i wonder if dr belo has that? yoohoo dokky! pwede looky my booty and make bleachy and make less costy?

i just remembered one of my former officemates asking me if i was sure i was gay. that was hilarious. i mean, hello. no straight guy would come out telling people he's gay unless there's a plot behind the whole thing. breasts and pussies probably look pretty. but it doesn't mean i want one nor want to play with one. no, i don't love to dress up in ladies' clothes either. the closest i've worn to make up was during grade one, when we were required to wear my teacher's garishly red lipstick for their 'classroom production'. ugh.

i love my dick, and i love other men's dicks too. i'm a dick-lover. and i don't plan to convert.

amen.