Sunday, January 18, 2004
Gosh this takes a long time....... unwinding the cords
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
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
// posted by Sooki Monster @ 12:39 AM 
