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Post number 31

My life is a big bunny rabbit. It is fluffy with bouncy cute cottony tail. The world is full of yummy dandelions. But I bite. And scream when I get hurt. And the cats want to eat my fluffy little ears.

I like carrots.

Ppppppppp pppppp ppp ppppopppoopopopopopopossssss ssssss pos sspospospossssst number th tht th tht tht tht tht tht tht thirty.

-_-'

I can't bear to write the number thirty in proper digits.

BTW I am not thirty. If you recall from my earlier blogs. I am 23. 23 peoples. 23. Remember that number. I remember it. So you should to.

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everyone i went to school with is dead.

*ummmmm I just went ctrl+v and that line just popped up. I am disturbed that this is somewhat cached in the computer............. perhaps the Moose did it............ perhaps the computer got a secondary schoooling and all the PC's died in the Y2K massacre. That was such a tradgedy. All those computers, lost, lost, taken from us.

ANyway.... Back to my advertising ploy....

welcome to luci-lee's diaryland

a girl, in the Canberra megalopolis, one day at a time

hope those links work or else I am a stupid head for trying this href linking button clicking shite. Stupid button clicking href fukcuing shitty links. Stupid fuggin buttons. Shity non placements of them. ARAGGHGHGHGHTHHRUUUURUURURHHH. This is my anguish. Hear it roar.

*phew*

All fixed ^_^ thanks to the Moose.

Enjoy the blogginesss.

^_^ Post number 29.

Waaaaaaah - SUIGOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII DESUUUUUUUUUU!

I just bought::::::

:: Fruits - book published by Phaidon Press - it's full of awesome streetwear from Japan, full colour publication and all the pages are pictures of weird, wacky, eclectic, neo cyber street punky trash gear. It's the most fabulous fashion book that I have seen in quite a while.

:: Amano - completely fabbo artwork. Ignore the fools who say "gay poofy Final Fantasy Cover Artwork" because they cannot consider that art is for consideration and appreciation and are too feeble of mind to give a more reasonable and conscientious opinion. FOols I sAY! Anyway the book is full of beautiful artwork by Amano who does the cover artwork for the Final Fantasy games (the latest 4 releases) that I know of but also has given way to style of Ninja Scroll and is famous for the chara design Vampire Hunter D.

:: Cute denim tube dress - I just had to buy it at 50% when it really in my eyes, worth that price regardless of it's original $100 price tag. Goddamn expensive women's clothing. My next potential acquisition is a $190 summer dress with beautiful butterfly like marbleing pattern with cute ribbon straps.

So I am quite happy with that. Also, just for a suggestion, get around 7 of your bested buddies and have a clothes swap arvo!!! REhasH some of your fave old cloTHes and put them in fOR somEboDy to make uSE of it and love foR a FEw yeaRs longer. It's fun to swap it then, if u have left over stuff, send it back to the op shop. The three "r's" in fashion peeps

:: Rehash,
:: Restyle,
:: Recycle

Ahhh, I am feeling a spending splurge has just started. Today I found a PS2 Memory Card available for purchase with an Umbrella Corporation insignia (sticker?) on it and I want it sooooooo bad that the money is burning a hole in my upper thigh and it smells like acidic water.

When I grow up, I want to work for Umbrella Corporation. A multinational, world wide Corporation that deals in a lot of pharmaceuticals and also in weapons development. Well, I have no real interest in either of those fields but I wouldn't mind being a lab coat cladded zombie, waiting for some poor Raccoon City resident to feel my evil.

:P

Which brings me to yet another item that will burn a huge hole in my trousers when it is released for Australia. Online REs EViL. It's coming so soooooooooooooooon that I am waiting with baited undead zombie breath...... why do they keep us fans wating for so long???? I am liking the idea of playing with other REAL LIVE LIVING PEOPLE online over the network (being a PS2 network beta trialist was great) and I am expecting to have some nice communication and teamwork happening before the onslaught of mega Tyrant that I am soo happy about when it comes to an end boss in a game.

I HeaRt Res EviL.

Capcom should make t-shirts. That would be nice.

:: My fave t=shirt atm is MAshiMAro - it's white, a probable illegal print, non hugging, cute and makes me smile lots ^_^ cheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeese.

"can I come too??" Screamers - watch it. watch it and listen for that line.

and that was the 28th Post

Mid life crisis of blogginess is ahead. Prepare for mid life crisis impact (on the condition that you believe that your mid life starts at 30 and that you would possibly die at 60 whereas I believe that you could discount the first 20 years until adult hood and then have 20 years until your mid life crisis and then still die at 60).

The previous and unposted post marked post was the 27th.

Damn that wallpaper is nice. The one on the website. Actually the website is very very adult content in more like toilet humour and poopy jokes. I have nothing against Poopy Puppy either.

Ugh - Toon is a filth pot. He doesn't even have the decency to appear in a comic. As a real person and not a puppet. It's something to do with a cloth garb and a stick.

you are...
Roofie Raccoon!
You're a nice, honest, plain girl. You've got a
lot to offer, but can't seem to find anyone who
understands your needs. Of course you're not
normal, but who is? Your life is for the most
part in control.


Which Purple Pussy character are you?
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*poop

now you can all be poopy too!!

^_^ blegh

Hi, the 26th Post is herrrrrrre


congratulations. you are the "you smell like
butt" bunny. your brutally honest and
always say whats on your mind.


which happy bunny are you?
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Tee hee - I luv online quizess. Especially when you do the second, third, fourth and fifth choices you'd make to realise that these are only a very very, fragmented piece of your many faceted personality.

I got the "kiss my ass bunny" and then the "psycho bunny" for my 3rd choices.

I luv Electronica and a lil old skool techno and some bassy house moosik.

I would like to make me a "happy techno chika chill bunny" if only I could find a pink bunny suit????!!

This is not metaphoric either ^_^ Pluuuuuuuuu!

The 25th Post - this is a quarter of a century.

Geez - don't drink milk with out having something flavouring it. Especially when you drink it and your mouth already tastes awful. Also dry mouth is a horrible thing to have. Just when you think that morning breath could be bad. Try pondering about when your morning breath is very very dry mouth morning breath. Like a furry little animal crawled into your mouth at night and slept there and left remaining poopy messages as if to grafiti the inside of your mouth with the tag "I shat here". That is pretty damn furry feeling breath. The kind of breath that could knock out a fully grown man at 10 paces. I am not quite certain the average of ten paces for the average person but do consider that I am not the average girl.

The internet. What a lovely place to be. The ideal of an information superhighway connecting people to the most vast ranges of information. Mostly Porn or mostly shopping. I don't do both. That would take two kinds of thinking and I am a half-simplex girl.

Try thinking of a number, times it by 2, divide it by 3 then multiply it by six and do you think that i have any notion of what your original number is, then you will realise I don't do maths properly.

Toon. Car Toon. the irony. Toon does not have a car.

Moose. Da Moose. the irony. Mooses don't normall have a Da in front of them.

I am trying to get 1 million points in a game where I only average 300,000 on a good day. I like puzzle games. I like the endless tiring goal of achieving a higher score than your previous. I told you I am a half simplex girl. It's not that I could actually use my brain. It's the thouht that someone half my age would be playing the same game and actually winning in 20 hours less time than it takes me to get half that score. *sigh*

Misconception of youth. Youth. Younger. Younger than you are. But if you think that some one is older than you are that actually makes you younger than them. But does not necessarily make you a youth or youthful.

If you say a word heaps of times over and in funny accents and different pitches it does get to roll off the tongue as an extremely strange and weird sounding word. Not in a word comprehension kinda way, more in a funny sound way when you forget the meaning and it becomes phoenics.

Poonix. Poonix down. Mega Poonix.

*poopy*

This week has been an insane muddle of days mashed into a hugely stressing, blindingly fast week. It's the weekends that come to a crash dummy in the wall kinda day. Where Saturday and Sunday mash together and you wake up at 8am in the morning and find it's back to work again. I wonder if I can survive the working career. It's kinda strange. When I ponder on the idea of working for another 28 years which may be a little far off from when I retire and that I should have saved enough money to live off in retirement. I don't really see that far ahead in the future where I can retire a happy old lady and then have lots of little grandchildren to spoil and have a nice family with friendly in laws and lots of sunny happy rosy days where I can sit and tell stories or reminisce in the company of close loved ones. I have a fear of people dying. Perhaps a fear of my own mortality but more so for my family and friends.

Urrghhhh. What happens to you when your family and friends start to pass away and you are left completely alone to walk the road of life? You meet other people on your travels but friends are like a pair of comfy shoes that never wear out. Family dying is like little pieces of your heart and memories being stolen away. Fragments drifting into the air to a passing cloud as you look up to a bright sun and realise that it warms their cold faces. Tiny bits of you, missing. Little memories fading. Fading. Perhaps it is a fear of lonliness that drives people, mainly thinking we are all individuals, walking life in circles that collide with other people. I guess it's a community thing. An habitual pack instinct? Eh, mebbe, perhaps, could be could be. Humans are funny creatures. Funny creatures that create blogs.

Gosh. It's getting late and my thoughts are trailing into the wind. It's been a cool 23 degrees today. That's supposed to be good weather. I hope to write more tomorrow and that it will be a sunny day to write.

oyasuminasai

I think I just changed the blog???

OMBLOG!!! I think I just changed my blog for the better~ meaning that I actually got a heading title which will also prove to be correct as my assumption of correctness of this fact is pretty good and I should really be watching a movie but I had to check out lexonline's blog (freebie plug for u lexiloooooooooo) and I thought "now why doesn't my blog have shiny special titles huh? Why isn't my blog in pro femenistic hot fashionable playful pink colours with snazzy headings and stuff?? Huh? Huh? HAH! I figured that if you muck about *note the word "muck" not "fcuk"* in your blog settings and template settings a little more than your technologically learn-ed boyfriend did at the start, then you will find that you have been screwing with your blog. Metaphoric terms people. definitely Metaphoric.

AND WELCOME TO THE 24th POOOOOOOOOOOST (post, really, not poooooooooooo-st coz that's a whooole different ball game)**

Turkish Delight.

I like it.

Turkish Delight.

It tastes like Chocolate.

Turkish Delight.

I think it tastes good.

Turkish Delight.

It's chocolate, of course it would.

*applause accepted in the kind nature it was given*

Hmm, I am finding more and more typos when I read through my blogs. Yes, I do review my blogs however I refuse to revise them. But you may find one that has been edited for some reason that I don't remember because if I remembered I would obviously state that reason so as to not nullify my previous comment on how I refuse to revise my blog.

I did giggle. I guess that's a narcissistic flaw that I have. It's not my fault that I was born so unfunny that I have to giggle at my self for my own shallow amusement!!! Blame the money, always blame the money.

If I were poor. I guess appreciation may come easier. I guess love would always glue my heart back from tiny mishapen pieces. I think that I would be of a simpler nature. I guess if you don't have money then that means you're poor. But that's dumb. Dogs don't have money, macaque monkeys don't have money (they may carry hepatitis tho) and the gnu and wildebeast don't have money. Does that make them poor? They also don't understand the value of money. Does that make them ignorant to the necessity of money? They don't carry wallets and can't be mugged of wallets that they don't carry! Does this make them simple minded??????

Enough of those questions coz I sure am not going to answer them. I hope you ponder on them for longer than it takes you to read them.

To be a fully rounded, sane and balanced person do I have to make people ponder on the questions of life, to appreciate the simple things, to be thankful for having what they have (coz I'd sure miss my legs) and to love and care for another being in a respectful manner? It's all a bit much I think. All a bit much for one person. But if you think that you are the only one person to think like that, you are very very naive. I think there is more than just one person out there being nice, I think there are a lot of kind, thoughtful, helpful people out there. And when one of those people makes your day, a little bit of kindness your way, I hope that there is a smile, coz when I make someone's day, I want to make them smile about it. Smile about the good things, happy things. Not all the time coz it tends to strain your face a little more. Apparently it takes more facial expression effort to frown than it is to smile. Don't take it to heart and smile when you're not happy, but just a odd little thing that I heard along my merry lane of life.

Speaking of lanes. I hate Sunday drivers. I can't stand driving on a Sunday. It makes me feel sick thinking of drivers that I have seen out there on a pleasant Sunday who can potentially create massive havoc on some poor driver's outing. I think that as a "one" I am also propogating the statistical chances of car accidents on a road. I do find that if you apply the thinking that there is more than one person out there that thinks there is more than one person out there that could potentially cause an accident and that with every vehicle there is always a greater number of combinations of actually making contact with another vehicle tends to thinking, well, it's not going to be me because that could potentially, if you are still thinking along the lines of this very long winded sentence, reduce the chances of you as a "one" actually being in an accident and therefore the pressure from the responsibility of driving could be waived into a more passive thought of "it' wouldn't be me".

I hate it when I start thinking. I guess you are bored of this blog.

I will tell you something very very scary.

I tend to think like this a lot. And "a lot" is actually two words in the fact I like typing it as two words. I think they should be apart.

And at my age these thinking tendencies seem to get more long and weird and jargonish. I like that word. Weird. It's a bit like the Serial Experiments Lain and where you plug into the online network of cyber entities and you get to a zone called the Wired where there is an elite kind of cyber consciousness in there. Maybe I am very off course with this description of the word WEIRD and the plotline of Lain but I do like that word.

I'm not sure if you notice but after a very long blog of thinking, I actually end off in something a little more obscure and irrelevant some of the times I have blogged. This is not an attempt to sound profound, it's more like a mental wind down. I think it will take me many years to actually start to know me for myself in my own way. Understanding goes a long way. But a MasterCard is credit but not accepted everywhere.

Plumb Jamb peeples. Plumb Jamb.

**I should have put this as my heading *poopy*

and announcing the 23 rd post - whooooooooooohooooooooo

Well, it's the morning after. The urge to vomit because of alcohol has quelled. The urge to eat something has risen to become a nice can of peaches in mangoes in natural juice. How's that for just under 5 hours sleep.

Due to no alcohol consumption, the kittens are doing great this morning.

All is well in 2004. We have officially our first post party mess. It is a rather large lot of washing up and some chairs in the wrong places. Not too much bother.

I am going swimming perhaps. Perhaps. The day is not that good and I am thinking that it is not much of a good swimming day. I will decide when I get to the beach.

Leg cramps are the worst things when you have had only 4 drinks in 9 hours. Leg cramps are that horrible thing that makes your muscle feel like it's all seized up and then your foot ends up in a funny angle and all your toes look like they've been bent in the wrongest way.

BTW. There are typos in my blogs.

Someone was going to take out the typos. I think that is awful. The words don't necessarily come out of my head with typos. Most of my spelling is damned awesome if you ask me. Well, you didn't ask so I just said it. So there.

Tsukuri mashou, tsukuri mashou.... la.... la... lala..... laaaaaa.