|Tuesday, July 31st, 2001|
2:06a - Run while you still can!!!
There is a filthy rumor that I've been sleeping with a Yeti in the ice fields of the arctic.
Frankly, it's all true.
So this brass monkey, the funky monkey oddly enough, comes up to me the other day, right?
So, being the person that I am, I shot it.
In case you hadn't noticed, there is a plethora of empty space in my LJ between posts. So, there it is. If you hadn't noticed, I pointed it out to you. So, end of that subject.
So, yesterday I was told "you need to just see the forest for the tree's". This was in regards to the state of the world today. I was vaguely offended, and vairly disturbed by this statement. Friend: "Ooooh, look! Bunches of tree's!!!" me: "But they're all on fire." Friend: "You need to just see the forest for the tree's."
No, this is not how the conversation went, it's just the general jist of it if you stop to consider things for a moment.
So, let's hear it. Is the best part of watching Labrynth David Bowie dancing with the Baby in those tight package revealing pants?
Vote either Yes!, or Hell Yes!
(For those of you who aren't so very quick, that was not actually set up as a poll. I know. Shocking.)
So in the recesses of a mind plauged with guilt, I have to wonder if I can find myself a crunchy snickers bar or not. I need to get my books propped up better, before they all fall over, but I can't really seem to rig up anything useful.
It occurs to me, after rereading some of this, that linear thought has obviously escaped me currently. This is what happens when you are tired.
News flash! Thespians are, contrary to popular belief, NOT lesbians.
Thank you, and goodnight.
And yes, I will post something sensical sometime, just not anytime relative to anywhere.
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I'm a postin', I'm a postin'!!!
So.....I feel like I've been caught masturbating or something, but I have no idea why.
No, that doesn't sound right. If caught doing that, I'd probably just smile and wave.
I feel like what I imagine it would feel like if I had been caught voting for George Bush Jr. And no, I didn't vote for him, but had I done so and been caught this is what I'm sure I'd feel like.
So I have been told time and agian that I'm the most flirtatious person that X person has ever met. I find that odd, because I don't know how to flirt, and have never done so. It's just odd. But, anyways, this girl yesterday at the Depeche Mode concert was flirting with me. This is fine, since she was also Justin's guest and hence drove there with us and back with us. She also wanted to spend the night at my house.
Despite what you think, this isn't as uncommon as Hale Bop. That comes every 5,000 or so years, and this happens about every 3,500 years or so.
But, irregardless, I did not have her stay. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not into sex in that scope of things, but I am ALL about cuddling with people!!! I am uber-cuddlewhore to an insanely large exponential power...like the vigintillionth for instance.
Anyways, I did so because I felt like it would be cheating. Coincidentally, I'm not seeing anybody to be cheating on. Indeed, I felt like this would be cheating on somebody who is NOT my girlfriend.
Anybody else see something wrong with this?
But I did see the Dove, which is a beautiful cluster of stars.
This pleases Scott muchly.
And, furthermore, I can't help but think that the same Penguin has been on my floor for the past two days. And I don't know WHY this is so significant, but it's bounding about in my brain like you wouldn't believe. Some would say it's akin to my dancing technique.
And, so, for those of you who are unfamiliar with my dancing technique, picture an epilectic having a seizure on a pogo-stick with bits of whipped cream, while being electrocuted...
and then, of course, add in some jello and chocolate milk, and you're getting close.
In other news it took me 20 seconds to destroy a structure that took 3 months to build. I destroyed it with an axe, and nothing more. This tells me that whoever built the carport obviously was an idiot.
And in further news, 90% of my friends are females. That's not what bothers me. What bothers me is that 6% of my friends are males...
And now, for the weather: It's nice. There are stars, and it's not too cold. The moon is out, and it's a perfect time for a picnic.
I'm going to drown my sorrows in water, since I hate alcohol.
I figure after 3 gallons I'll pass out from bloating.......
current mood: explicit
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I didn't want to hurt you but you're pretty when you cry.
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