Love is when the lust fades, and the beauty stays.

The truth is that this post should have been about orgasms.
**Most recorded orgasms in an hour: 134 for a woman and 16 for a man.** (The Examiner)

So I haven't posted anything for a couple weeks. Mostly because a witty thought hasn't ran across my mind for that long. It wasn't until now that I decided it doesn't matter if what I have to say it witty or cute or intelligent. I just want to write. However, me just writing is like those commercials with folks spitting out search engine results. All I'm saying is...I can't ever come to a conclusion to my jumbled mess of a mind...and that you don't get that luxury either.

Thoughts:

How does it make sense that I can eat a king size cookies and cream candy bar and lose a pound; I guess I can eat two cookies today.

There is no good reason that a college education should cost me $30,000 and my sanity...every year.

I should probably read that article in Psychologies: Ten Things I Hate About You. Why we sabotage our relationships.

Why am I so oversensitive.
How have I overcome everything I've been through.
I'm just so full of melodramatic resilience.

Why does stumbleupon stumble upon two porn sites in a row. Stop it. I want variety.

No matter how much I rant about communication and brutal honesty, I let things irritate me until I blow up at people.
So this is what I'm telling myself: "Stop being a hypocrite Noel. Just say what you feel when the feeling sets in."

Why is it that every little conflict is the end of the world to me? Seriously I over analyze it and freak out until I'm sure I should check my facebook every 5 minutes in case I'm single.

yeah....that's about 7 of one million thoughts that have gone through my head today/tonight. Awesome.

Me.