Sometimes I open my big mouth and something amazing flies forth and infiltrates the web like a stimulating virus of the mind. Other times I open my mouth and a great big foot just flies right into it, and I stop and think: Well, that couldn't be my foot. I have small feet. Get your foot out of my mouth, would you?
I tend to mean what I say, and sometimes what I say can be mean. It's this world of thoughts running though my head that seems to separate me from other people. Whenever I speak, people stop and stare at me as if I'd peed on a small child because she was on fire. I have to tell you all; I won't censor myself for your benefit. Maybe I am strange because I don't think like you, or maybe I'm just unique. Flip side of the coin, grass is greener, and all that jazz. (Insert spirit fingers here)
I went and picked up my car today,which was no small feat. Upon getting in and driving home I hit a part of town where the speed limit went to 55, so naturally I did 65. No, I can't help myself. I can't drive 55 (insert bandanna and head-banding here). Regardless of what speeding law I might have been ignoring, I noticed that my car was vibrating when I got over 60. So, I call the repair shop and I ask them if they bothered driving the car over 60 when they fixed it.
In response I got: The speed limit over here is 45, so we didn't go over 45.
Ok, I tell them about the shaking. I now have to return it to the repair center on Monday. I'm feeling like the fates don't want me to have a car, or they are playing a prank on me and they want me to PAY for my car and insurance, but never to drive it.
But, I'm not hateful. I'm trying not to be too angsty today... for my blood pressure's sake.
I noticed a trend on FB and here on SG. Anytime I write something witty, long, poignant, or intelligent: I get very few comments. I mention the word Vagina, Bitch, or Monkeys (no, I don't know why monkeys) and everyone has something to say. My faith in humanity, if I had any, would have plummeted just now. However, I never thought much of it anyway, and so..... I'm not bummed.
Now, for your entrainment: Monkeys throw poo. Vagina hat. She's a bitch.
I hope you are satisfied for the day.
On to photos: I took some photos of myself in the house two days ago because I had some makeup on and I had a camera handy. I'm about to most them... in about 20 minutes. So, if you don't see them in this blog right now..... come back in about 20 and here they will be. I tend to edit a lot.
PHOTOS GO HERE:
Now on to more substantial matters..... The game is still on. The questions from the last blog are still the ones needing an answer. They are worth a good amount of points, so if you are interested, flip back one and see what the questions were. Remember 100 points and you win a prize.
Now, without further ado and no more lallygagging (that just sounds dirty) around....
The end.
xox
I tend to mean what I say, and sometimes what I say can be mean. It's this world of thoughts running though my head that seems to separate me from other people. Whenever I speak, people stop and stare at me as if I'd peed on a small child because she was on fire. I have to tell you all; I won't censor myself for your benefit. Maybe I am strange because I don't think like you, or maybe I'm just unique. Flip side of the coin, grass is greener, and all that jazz. (Insert spirit fingers here)
I went and picked up my car today,which was no small feat. Upon getting in and driving home I hit a part of town where the speed limit went to 55, so naturally I did 65. No, I can't help myself. I can't drive 55 (insert bandanna and head-banding here). Regardless of what speeding law I might have been ignoring, I noticed that my car was vibrating when I got over 60. So, I call the repair shop and I ask them if they bothered driving the car over 60 when they fixed it.
In response I got: The speed limit over here is 45, so we didn't go over 45.
Ok, I tell them about the shaking. I now have to return it to the repair center on Monday. I'm feeling like the fates don't want me to have a car, or they are playing a prank on me and they want me to PAY for my car and insurance, but never to drive it.
But, I'm not hateful. I'm trying not to be too angsty today... for my blood pressure's sake.
I noticed a trend on FB and here on SG. Anytime I write something witty, long, poignant, or intelligent: I get very few comments. I mention the word Vagina, Bitch, or Monkeys (no, I don't know why monkeys) and everyone has something to say. My faith in humanity, if I had any, would have plummeted just now. However, I never thought much of it anyway, and so..... I'm not bummed.
Now, for your entrainment: Monkeys throw poo. Vagina hat. She's a bitch.
I hope you are satisfied for the day.
On to photos: I took some photos of myself in the house two days ago because I had some makeup on and I had a camera handy. I'm about to most them... in about 20 minutes. So, if you don't see them in this blog right now..... come back in about 20 and here they will be. I tend to edit a lot.
PHOTOS GO HERE:
Now on to more substantial matters..... The game is still on. The questions from the last blog are still the ones needing an answer. They are worth a good amount of points, so if you are interested, flip back one and see what the questions were. Remember 100 points and you win a prize.
Now, without further ado and no more lallygagging (that just sounds dirty) around....
The end.
xox
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hope you feel better soon
you know life sometimes hit us, but what does not kill you, makes you stronger
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