So I did the blog-round. It was meant to kick me back into those happy days of inspiration and awareness and opinions when I'd fill notebook after notebook, napkin after napkin with my words.
It didnt. Sort of.
I realised the reason I dont blog as much as I wish i could, is because I'm too scared of making the blogs uber personal. But then I realised I have my whole life on gaudy display on facebook, so why not?
So, right into it.
Things have changed. Courtesy their various blogs, A's said it, B's said it xyz's said it. So seeing as im a bandwagon climber I'm saying it as well.
I feel like saying something deep, but we all get tired of deep from time to time now, don't we? So, since I'm more known and remembered for my superficiality than my philosophical insights into life, maybe I'll talk about something along those lines. Like Paris Hilton's new show which left me craving the intellectual stimulation of ANTM (America's Next Top Model). Or maybe how I'm really falling for the Cardy Ugg boots, or how I'm STILL in love with the Dior gladiator pumps.
Hang on, maybe I could write an indepth (but not too indepth to preserve the superficiality of this fine writer) article on how cooking isn't that hard really, if you can get bother. Ooh... or I could talk about my holiday in lovely Czech, replete with biodegradable shampoo, cats, organic strawberries and holba.
But the point is, my darling reader if you're still with me, the point is...
ooh... i think i have one - the point is the general randomity that is me... which i translate to my blog. ok, not really. For those who know where I am while I write this blog, my current incoherence should be understandable.
Maybe I'll publish a post on my life right now. Hmm.. sounds self-indulgent enough for my taste...
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Say it's Huge
So. Blogging. How cute. Creative infact. Makes you feel all opinionated, doesn't it.
"I'll leave you to your creative stuff"
"i said 'self' by the way""
"Who wants to do some frottage?"
There's something magical and sacred about the nights we spend in this tiny, green room, 3 laptops whirring away, burgers and general meatiness in the air. This time with cola... the deal was too good.
"Natural birth control" one of the he's says thoughtfully into his wikipediacal screen.
I tell the other he that i like making up words when i blog.
I just learnt that marijuana is birth control. I was then told that it also prevents you from having sex. Such sacred nights we spend in this tiny green room.
There's a song i've never heard before playing on my itunes.
One he jumps onto the chair and glares at the other, "get on with the game"
"I'll leave you alone"says he, and my shoulder is suddenly free.
I wonder how long he'll last before getting scared this time. It seems to be a scary game he's playing.
"I was killed. How nice. This is shit ass scary" the other he says. which is the other he? i know. you can guess if u like.
'Breakaway' by Kelly Clarkson starts playing..... I remember being called Rajasthani at Farewell in the 11th. I'm 18 now, and can buy my ciggs legally. I suddenly feel old and drained if they don't ask me for ID.
I'm talking to her on msn. I miss her, and the chance this winter. I'll make it up alien. 8th was fun, wasn't it?
He starts singing along to 'Goldigger'. I just think he's scared. Maybe i should go hug him.
The other starts singing, "I got weeeeeed"
He's playing F.E.A.R. the other he's wikiing sex and weed i think. My giliker and beckwith's gathering dust. I'm trying to give myself some grounding. Or is it depth? Let me get back to you on that one.
************* a moment frozen***************
"I'll leave you to your creative stuff"
"i said 'self' by the way""
"Who wants to do some frottage?"
There's something magical and sacred about the nights we spend in this tiny, green room, 3 laptops whirring away, burgers and general meatiness in the air. This time with cola... the deal was too good.
"Natural birth control" one of the he's says thoughtfully into his wikipediacal screen.
I tell the other he that i like making up words when i blog.
I just learnt that marijuana is birth control. I was then told that it also prevents you from having sex. Such sacred nights we spend in this tiny green room.
There's a song i've never heard before playing on my itunes.
One he jumps onto the chair and glares at the other, "get on with the game"
"I'll leave you alone"says he, and my shoulder is suddenly free.
I wonder how long he'll last before getting scared this time. It seems to be a scary game he's playing.
"I was killed. How nice. This is shit ass scary" the other he says. which is the other he? i know. you can guess if u like.
'Breakaway' by Kelly Clarkson starts playing..... I remember being called Rajasthani at Farewell in the 11th. I'm 18 now, and can buy my ciggs legally. I suddenly feel old and drained if they don't ask me for ID.
I'm talking to her on msn. I miss her, and the chance this winter. I'll make it up alien. 8th was fun, wasn't it?
He starts singing along to 'Goldigger'. I just think he's scared. Maybe i should go hug him.
The other starts singing, "I got weeeeeed"
He's playing F.E.A.R. the other he's wikiing sex and weed i think. My giliker and beckwith's gathering dust. I'm trying to give myself some grounding. Or is it depth? Let me get back to you on that one.
************* a moment frozen***************
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