How wrong..and yet I am still amused.

 

Does this make me a bad person?? :)

 

oozing piles of slime and goo. operations failed. Would you like soy sauce on that? Or how about a bat? A glass of pinot gris? something to wash down the bitter aftertase of the morning and the melons you've consumed. I have nothing to eat. nothing to eat. except whatever comes out of the easy cube.

 

 I hAtE WhEN PeoPLe WriTE lIKE tHis!!

 

the whimsical wonders of mashed bananas. the way they squish between your toes. Or how they compliment the chicken on your plate. put it on a fork and eat it up. swish swash. turh the microwave on.

 

and perhaps none of this makes sense.

but to me it does.

Gmann is a fag.

 

Yes... you are in fact... a homo.

I started and then I stopped..and lost my place. Forgot where I am. Flashes of brilliance and then white white teeth blind you as you stare at them. You wonder if you'll become plastic, molded, nipple-less. Your legs bending only at the junction where your knee is suppose to exist, where only wire and rubber reside - the wrong way. Will your mouth become twisted into a half smile? Permanently? Will you pretend to be something that you are not? Or will you continue to jump in the puddles in the rain. Giddy, happy, for the moment lost in the pureness of the simple/childish act.

 

Today I am tired. For the past two days my brain has been on autopilot. I haven't been able to think clearly, formulate any thoughts or generate new ideas. My eye keeps twitching and for some odd reason I keep quoting the Simpsons at work. Only at work. I spilt Mr. Clean, copious amounts of water and coffee on my pants today. Suffered through a paper cut that bled for a good five minutes. Had to staple up the hem of my pants becuase I stepped on them and ripped them both down. Slammed my head in a drawer, ran into the door... and now I'm a poet.  

 

Who draws the line between the sane and insane?

 

He says that girls are complicated and confusing. I say no. He says yes. And the conversation goes in circles. Girls are quite simple if you think about it one way. They like attention. Once you've mastered that part you could possibly have any girl you want eating out of the palm of your hand. There is however the fine line between attention and too much attention. But all in all, the only thing you need to remember is to make her feel, or at least show her that you enjoy her company and want her in your life. A phone call. A note. A text message. Email...

 

Distracted by the beeping of MSN.

 

I was thinking about you today :)

 

End distraction.

 

I agree with you though, no games. Unless of course they are of the video variety, or some sort of equally entertaining board game.

 

I have nothing more to write. I have emptied the contents of my brain. All that came out was a peanut butter cup, some apple sauce and a pickle.

The pitter patter of the rain as it falls on the roof and my thoughts whirl about, caught up in the wind. The dog jumps on the wrapping paper as mom wraps the gifts, bow on his head, as my brother laughs from his perch atop her bed. I sit on the floor across from her and watch as the cat jumps in and out of the pile of gifts, paper and ribbons with joyful glee. A small sneeze as his tail twitches and swishes back and forth. His rump jiggles. He pounces on a stray ribbon.

 

We've been banished from her room in a fruitless effort to stop us from seeing our gifts. More than likely it was to keep us out of her hair.

 

 

I love going to the canucks game..

 

sitting in the sixth row. close enough to smell taylor pyatt... only to watch them lose.

 

awesome.

 

morrison sucks my ass. he's useless and i can't even begin to describe how much i do not like jan bulis....

him and his bulbus head.

 

grr...