Please.

I'm sorry, but WHY do people pick food out of their teeth with their fingernail and then EAT. IT. ?!

AND, in public?? I mean, if you are going to do this, wouldn't you feel embarrassed at least and hide it? But, noooooo. I see it all the time. Sick.

Everybody does it...

WANTED: Self-aware, humanitarian male WITH opinions. Capable of feeling real love. No chains or barbed wire around heart. Fluent in Spanish language. Passion for Latin America. Full comprehension of the negative effects of a patriarchal society. Intense desire to effect positive change. Expertise in arguing logically, speaking articulately and writing precisely. Compassionate and assertive. Solid understanding of nutrition and kiniesiology a must. No history of inexcusable broken commitments. Proficient in honesty, even in uncomfortable settings. Volunteer experience required. Mentally healthy with emphasis on capacity to express emotions appropriately. Larger than average biceps with the shoulder cut and big pecs, steroids prohibited. Powerful wit and an appreciation for finding humor in everything. Keen sense of what's creative/insightful versus what's repeatedly been done-the use of trite quotations to console/advise or the creation/appreciation of stupid song lyrics will not be tolerated. Active listening skills and (most importantly)a high level of competence in supplying thoughtful feedback during conversation.

Theme Song

This town is colder now, I think it's sick of us
It's time to make our move, I'm shakin' off the rust
I've got my heart set on anywhere but here
I'm staring down myself, counting up the years
Steady hands, just take the wheel...
And every glance is killing me
Time to make one last appeal for the life I lead

Stop and stare
I think I'm moving but I go nowhere
Yeah I know that everyone gets scared
But I've become what I can't be, oh
Stop and stare
You start to wonder why you're here not there
And you'd give anything to get what's fair
But fair ain't what you really need
Oh, can you see what I see

They're tryin' to come back, all my senses push
Untie the weight bags, I never thought I could...
Steady feet, don't fail me now
Gonna run till you can't walk
But something pulls my focus out
And I'm standing down...

Stop and stare
I think I'm moving but I go nowhere
Yeah I know that everyone gets scared
But I've become what I can't be, oh
Stop and stare
You start to wonder why you're here not there
And you'd give anything to get what's fair
But fair ain't what you really need
Oh, can you see what I see

What you need, what you need...

Stop and stare
I think I'm moving but I go nowhere
And I know that everyone gets scared
But I've become what I can't be
Oh, do you see what I see...

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