You may think Alise and Tiha are dorks, maybe even
T 2U: do you know what grinds my gears?
T 2U: when people cant do something and they think no one else can either
T 2U: i.e. some people are not tech savvy, i am-i have the gift of being able to read user manuals and understand because my brain is half code friendly
T 2U: but because the people cant get it, they think i don't have the capacity to get it either
T 2U: i don't know what that kind of thought is called, but it really grinds my gears
T 2U: i think its a generational thing
T 2U: i know if a gen x says they can use any computer application, they really can
T 2U: i need to be a manager
T 2U: shit
Alise: tell me how u really feel though, lol
Alise: I totally understand your dilemma
T 2U: damn boomers
T 2U: i swear i'm not great in my own mind, my own mind just happens to be great
T 2U: blog about that chick
Alise: hee hee!
Alise: sounds like the beginnings of a lovely poem
T 2U: sounds like an ego tripping poem
T 2U: but not about looks, about smarts
Tiha's masterpiece of minimalism, lol
i swear i'm not great in my own mind,
my own mind just happens to be great
my brain is soooooo sexy
all gray and goowey
oozing sense and sensibility
sensual thoughts verbalized as creative ideas
genuis bottled as grey matter
matter of factly packaged for success
Oldie but goodie (Click to hear the audio) ... it is a bit more sensual, but mindsexy nonetheless,
“The Dictionary is Our Kama Sutra”
Please refer to me as a sexy nerd....
Attracted to the utterances of the likeminded .....
I am enchanted by creative expression
... simply said words turn me on...
The foreplay of your witty banter nibbles on my ears...
Arousing me with adjectives
.....seducing with syllables,
Don't get me wrong: I do enjoy the emotions in your hearts ocean,
but best believe the size of your word power matters...
You penetrate me intellectually ,
And my mind wraps around you.
Expressing yourself in positions I never imagined.
The dictionary is our kama sutra.
Poetry is our candlelight.
You illuminate the deepest caverns of my mind.
Conversation is our bedroom .....
I am not intimidated by intelligence,
In fact I want to be immersed in it,
Inundated until I explode....
I scream out analogies and idioms...
I pulsate with multiple eargasms
And after you cuddle me new concepts...
Lightly stroke my face with similes
Protecting me in the arms of your prose...
And we slowly slip into a small talk slumber.......