Ever wondered...
...when you're right, no one remembers. But when you're wrong, no one forgets! *sigh*
Write that one down.
I suppose I'm in one of those moods, a blanket of melancholia has overcome me.
My silent nights are getting unbearably louder.
I need my bong!
But then I realise, I don't own a bong *one big exasperated sigh*
Actually I'm okay... where was I... oh yeah: People! Bloody people! There's WAY too many of them. And each with their own individual personality, uniquely molded by whatever nonsense they've been subjected to, over the course of their relatively pathetic lives. How can one emotionally cater to all? I just can't keep up, it's near to impossible. I'm morphing into a social chameloen, a different colour for every different character I have the misfortune to meet (though I personally prefer being blue). A great reason for being apathetic, I suppose.
As you can tell by my blithesome commentary, not only do I not have a bong, I also have no cocaine! Nor any relevant fungi. Oh, for the briefest of moments, I want to lose myself into a chemically induced euphoria. Even for a minute, where I don't have to give a shit... about anything.
"You have a problem? Something's pissing you off? So what? Oh okay! Tell me alllllll about it... but join the queue first. And I'm handing out only one tissue per sob story, because I only have a limited amount".
So remember, if the rigmarole of life (in whatever society you've established a niche in) gets to you, always find solace in the fact that you made it as a sperm-cell.
I'm sorry. Where ARE my manners. You were saying...?
*ConfusedFella is lingering by the doorway, with one foot on the outside, and he's ready. Just waiting for an excuse...*
Write that one down.
I suppose I'm in one of those moods, a blanket of melancholia has overcome me.
My silent nights are getting unbearably louder.
I need my bong!
But then I realise, I don't own a bong *one big exasperated sigh*
Actually I'm okay... where was I... oh yeah: People! Bloody people! There's WAY too many of them. And each with their own individual personality, uniquely molded by whatever nonsense they've been subjected to, over the course of their relatively pathetic lives. How can one emotionally cater to all? I just can't keep up, it's near to impossible. I'm morphing into a social chameloen, a different colour for every different character I have the misfortune to meet (though I personally prefer being blue). A great reason for being apathetic, I suppose.
As you can tell by my blithesome commentary, not only do I not have a bong, I also have no cocaine! Nor any relevant fungi. Oh, for the briefest of moments, I want to lose myself into a chemically induced euphoria. Even for a minute, where I don't have to give a shit... about anything.
"You have a problem? Something's pissing you off? So what? Oh okay! Tell me alllllll about it... but join the queue first. And I'm handing out only one tissue per sob story, because I only have a limited amount".
So remember, if the rigmarole of life (in whatever society you've established a niche in) gets to you, always find solace in the fact that you made it as a sperm-cell.
I'm sorry. Where ARE my manners. You were saying...?
*ConfusedFella is lingering by the doorway, with one foot on the outside, and he's ready. Just waiting for an excuse...*



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it looks like she's got Sydhams Chorea.... (aka st. Vitcus' dance... which, i guess would qualify it as a dance of sorts....)
seriously though, someone should investigate the ipod advertises too see what poor person they forced into the arm flinging actions that they apparently motion captured for the clip....
her arm looks like it's flopping about as though her nervous system has been subverted....
why don't they just use sex to sell their ipod like every other self respecting advertiser?
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Now i wanna go buy a laptop! but not, i stress, an ipod.
imagine if you were white, xtian or athiest and otherwise you had the same job, level of education etc. what would you feel about muslims? if all you had to go by was the media?
I recommend The Killers - Hot Fuss :)
today was very different.
i woke up this morning knowing that something really horrible had happened but i couldnt remember what it was. because even in my imagination i just didnt think it was going to be this. and then i remembered. it's so desperately sad. and there are still people missing - makes me feel sick
there's no sense in it Raheel. it's random. it's desgined for effect/shock/terror/fear. that is the extent of the thinking.