Sunday, May 24, 2009

You want WHAT ?!

As I sit here with my makers mark Manhattan on the rocks, I'm struck with a sudden twisting feeling in my stomach, acompanied by yet another realization about myself and my life...
Why do I want what I cant have but get what I don't need? I know I'm not alone with this perspective. Ladies and fellas alike... we always think we want something until we get it and wake up and realize that we want something else.
What about the few times that you are close to getting what you think you "want" but you don't get to actually "have" it?? Does that only add to the illusion of life playing a trick on you to keep you obsessed with making sure you get what you want? Am I running in circles here? Am I just chasing my own tail (tale)? Forgive the horrible puns and metaphors.. I cant help myself...
So lets have a toast. Lets raise a glass to what we think we want. May it bring us to make attempts to do the unimaginable. Lets raise our glasses to the people we think we "want" and to the people we think we "have". May they not break us, but chip away at us piece by peace and mold us into something stronger than we are. Lets drink to the songs that make us feel like we can get anything we want. Lets drink to the people that make us feel like we can achieve anything we put our souls into. Lets drink to the people who strip that inspiration away from us. Lets drink to ourselves.. for giving everybody around us that power which is so infectious there needs to be a 12 step program dedicated to it.
Next round is on the house.

Sunday, May 3, 2009

Blood, sweat, tears or martinies?

So how's my life gonna be? Blood, sweat, tears or martinis? I guess it depends on what kind of martini you want. No dry vermouth.... I want the tears. Give me that top shelf "Ive been bustin my ass grindin all day and night cuz I love what I do" sweat... Stir gently as to not bruise the sweat cuz you can't put a fuckin price on it. Oh, and I'll have that up with 3 dashes of blood for the family. Cheers.

off.that.life.shit.

peace.
d.mottola