Friday, January 09, 2004
HOLY SMOKING NON RELIGIOUS WHOOT YEH TO THE SKY!
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*
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*
// posted by Sooki Monster @ 10:27 PM 
