BAD BOYS, BAD BOYS, WATCHA GOIN DO?
I am notorious in my bad taste of men, and had an unusual thought tonight (of course, as I sat in my philosophy class!)
Girls, can you imagine dating a philosopher? A man so caught up in defending different truths and perspectives... that you probably would NEVER really find out what he really and truly thought about something? (And even if he really and truly believed it... if someone could convince him otherwise... BING! there he'd go, falling like a tree....)
Wouldn't that make a fun blog?