Yep, time to feel sorry for ones self again. Just me and the pooch at home again no chocolates or flowers too-ing or fro-ing between persons of an opposite persuasonage.
Being a human hater has a decidely shitty side when certain calendic events take place, you know the ones; birthdays, christmases, saturday nights, or basically any day with an 'A' in it is a bit of a bummer when you want to do that romantic lovey dovey horizontal hopontopofus kinder thing.
A rod for my own back is what I'm hearing from those reasonably close to me, not close enough to do the hot and squishy of course and its not actually a rod i'd be wanting I'll tell ya, I'd be after a Rodette just to get things straight (when I can't actually get things straight if ya following)
Think I might still buy some flowers and chockies anyway, never know your luck, stranger things have happened and whats the worst that could happen? flowers wilt and the dog eats the choc's and I fall asleep in front of the nonsence box.
Just another days to cross off the calender anyway.
Buy Humans.
Monday, February 13, 2006
Friday, February 03, 2006
And again we start with an "its been so Long."
It's been so long since I posted, (again)
But you know what the funny thing is, everyday I am doing something and/or I think of something that I want to add here, I write my self a little note or even compose a full page to add when I get back to my computer but I never actually Blogg it.
Its a shame that you can't read my mind as I have a very complex, witty and inspiring virtual Blogg going on in there. Yeah, all right it’s behind that very dark cob-webby scary human hating lump of everydayness that I battle with, but it is in there.
It’s quite beautiful actually, very light and airy; a bit 60's hippy floral if you will, children on swings, dogs running around. OK OK there are no children. Repeat, there are no children. But there is dogs, puppies as far as the eye can see. Sorry got a bit lost then, coming back to reality now.
Aww no, now we're in the dark bit, choppers; I can hear choppers, its still 60's I can tell by the music, but its so hot. Running, there's lots of running, I dont do running this is really turning into a nightmare, its China Beach meets Bambi. see what happens when you bring children into it.
Deep breaths, deeep breaths; we're all good here everything OK. fwew that was close, had a bit of a Nam flashback thing going on, which is strange as I'm not old enough for 'Nam' and too old for Bambi as it turns out.
Time to leave the brain world me thinks, I shouldn't meddle with things I know nothing about, mr computer wouldn't scare me like that, he's my freind, he's warm and hums to me.
They tell me I have to go lay down now.
Later People.
But you know what the funny thing is, everyday I am doing something and/or I think of something that I want to add here, I write my self a little note or even compose a full page to add when I get back to my computer but I never actually Blogg it.
Its a shame that you can't read my mind as I have a very complex, witty and inspiring virtual Blogg going on in there. Yeah, all right it’s behind that very dark cob-webby scary human hating lump of everydayness that I battle with, but it is in there.
It’s quite beautiful actually, very light and airy; a bit 60's hippy floral if you will, children on swings, dogs running around. OK OK there are no children. Repeat, there are no children. But there is dogs, puppies as far as the eye can see. Sorry got a bit lost then, coming back to reality now.
Aww no, now we're in the dark bit, choppers; I can hear choppers, its still 60's I can tell by the music, but its so hot. Running, there's lots of running, I dont do running this is really turning into a nightmare, its China Beach meets Bambi. see what happens when you bring children into it.
Deep breaths, deeep breaths; we're all good here everything OK. fwew that was close, had a bit of a Nam flashback thing going on, which is strange as I'm not old enough for 'Nam' and too old for Bambi as it turns out.
Time to leave the brain world me thinks, I shouldn't meddle with things I know nothing about, mr computer wouldn't scare me like that, he's my freind, he's warm and hums to me.
They tell me I have to go lay down now.
Later People.
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