Valentine’s Day is so unbelievably naff, cheesier than unwashed cheese balls for Christmas under a chintzy synthetic tree from China. I have fondly thought of it as Revival of the Undead Love Day since I was a spring chicken at love. At least its fun watching couples in public awkwardly force-expressing more love than they
“Stay away from anything that disturbs your peace of mind, from anything that brings disappointments, anxieties and worries.” ~ Swami Satchidananda
“Great love affairs start with Champagne and end with tisane.” ~Honoré de Balzac My love affair with Atlas started just a few posts ago and has blossomed into a chronic habit. I was more than happy to sit by my favourite window seat and people watch the Pearl Street pavement from The Cup, a coffee
The reason why we fail to achieve the significant goals and dreams in our lives is not lack of resources… it’s not lack of money, education, time, connections, experience… its lack of resourcefulness. Tony Robbins: Why we do what we do, and how we can do it better
“… It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends. You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things – air, sleep, dreams, the sun, the sky – all things tending toward the eternal or what we imagine of it.” ~ Cesar
After the Atlas closed at 9 tonight I went wandering around for a late night wifi hookup to work a bit longer, and found myself drawn into the Laughing Goat by the lively sounds of an Irish band playing in the back and the warm-lit atmosphere. Another chai (not as good as the Atlas) and
boulder craigslist > personals > atlas missed connections I wish I could hold you – w4m “Tormented. I’ve been watching you for weeks, working on your laptop, sipping your latte at Atlas Cafe. And though I try hard to catch your attention all you do is ignore me. I wish I could hold you till
I’ve always secretly loved watching couples kissing. It kept the dream burning on. Its even hotter when a couple is completely oblivious to everything around them, where time stands still. I don’t think I’m the only one…
Oh my God this is INSANELY sexy……………… Why have I never heard this before? Jack’s unbelievably dirty, grinding, raunchy guitar solo at the beginning drives me wild!!! The Blues just pulses and breathes through him. Meg looks freaking hot as always slicing away at the cymbals like the tease she is. The bass in this