Down.
I mean, first day of fall. Today. The wind gets colder, the creepy feeling sets in, and winter's Mr. Melancholy gives you a taste of what's coming.
The little jerk.
You may have noticed Blogger's navbar is back. It allows you to search this site, and gives me a one-click, quick way to post.
A double present to me and you. I may take it off later though, I dunno.
I change my mind quickly and easily.
Just like when I told myself blogging when emotionally charged was not good. But then again, emotion makes good music, art, literature, the like.
It's my contradictory nature. I've got one heck of a strange pyschological makeup.
You're not allowed to study me.
Then, I've been busy with nothing of late.
Nothing=: school, JJT, talking, guitar practice, lying on my bed analyzing life, etc.
And my fly-killing hobby.
I creep around the house with a flyswatter in hand, ready to pounce on the unsuspecting pests. I've even whacked a few in midflight.
"4-0 for me. Score."
I'm currently at 4-1 now, one of them filthy creatures managed to evade me last night. It crashed into my hat while I played guitar, and "bugged" me the whole while.
I'll kill the little devil.
Right after I hurt Vincent's dog for his poo that distributed itself all over my aparell.
Long story.
In other news (a new favorite sentence, I hate it), I need to be more faithful with the good stuff like my Word Time and PnP.
PUUURTY DANCING TREEEEEEEEEES!
They're loosing their leaves!
What do you mean, you weep for my offspring?
6 comments:
I have this strange feeling that this twenty-one sentence post was taken from twenty-one different ideas in twenty-one different blogs.
But I might be wrong.
If you use that "in other news" phrase enough it could become cliché.
I like bashing clichés.
Gio.
21.
Actually, we call them paragraphs here.
Sentences would be on a higher count.
I wish I had time to read twenty-one blogs, as then I could steal their ideas.
Thanks for the idea, it gives me a plan with which to dominate the blogosphere.
And when it is mine, I grant you a quick and painless death.
All that to say, you're wrong.
And I like bashing techno.
lynC.
Whoops! A small typo.
And I'd prefer a slow and very painful death, like ageing. Ouch!
I like bashing teady bears.
Gio.
Gio, my friend, this is a typo: Ageing, aging.
I'm feeling amiable, let's call it an honest mistake instead.
And I'll grant you your preffered form of death.
I like bashing people who like bashing teddy bears.
Because I like "teady" bears.
Another honest mistake?
You suck! It's all your fault. You need a spell check or something.
I'm just here, getting you comments.
And I knew I was mis-pelling "aging".
And I never could spell "teddy bears" right.
I suck!
You suck!
Gio.
You mean Blogger sucks, and that IT needs a spell check or something.
Good for you, O faithful one.
Hence the "honest mistake" comment.
Awwww...
Speak for yourself.
The world is a sad, sad place.
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