Why the hell....

Have you heard your eyeballs move recently? Yea, me either.... my knees make a lot of noise, and sometimes I can hear my heart beat (in times of headaches and anxiety) but as for my eyes, no.

I make a guarantee now that this won't be short, or make sense, or follow the general guidelines of blogging (theme plot climax ending). I'm bored.

It's hard to assign myself to a benevolent Higher Power when Tim Russert is now passed on yet somehow Katie Couric and Dan Rather continue to draw breath. There's a punchline in there somewhere, but the joke's on us. I better go have a nap before  my blaspheming leads to smite. I'm on the bad side with the Big Guy as it is, being all agnostic and such. Jerk.

Ever wonder why it's said that cats have 9 lives? Me either. Or how they always seem to land on their feet after a fall? The proverbial curiosity doesn't usually kill cats. Cats are intrepid explorers and fearless acrobats. After all, a creature with nine lives can afford to take risks. What I would do with nine lives! According to Brewer's Dictionary Of Phrase & Fable, a cat is said to have nine lives because it is "more tenacious of life than many animals." Interesting? No. Fact? I don't care.

There are always going to be chatty people. There are always going to be those people who will jump from subject to subject so quickly it's like catching a quark trying to get a word in edgewise or any direction-wise at all. Deal with it.

Did you download "Two Girls One Cup?" You know how once you watched it you wished you could unwatch it? Or did you get a savory craving for warmed Hershey's Syrup on rich fudgy brownies? Either way. There you go. It'll ruin your life, but read on if you must.

I was wanting to "get with" someBODY a while ago. She deemed it unneccesary to "get with" me. Instead she pawned me off to a friend of hers. Her friend, her friend, her friend... itt's like she's got cracked-out carnival monkeys tugging the tiny strings and bells in that cobweb factory masquerading as a brain. And you with your big, soft, doe-eyed innocence. Did I ever tell you she reminds me of Bambi's mom? Oh, I'm sorry, too soon? Wait... they haven't found the body yet, have they? I said nothing, I know nothing.

Where was I? Oh yes, I was talking about strawberries I believe. Fruits are nice. Of the fruits, strawberries are by far the most honest. They have their seeds on the outside, for all to see. There is no concealed core hidden beneath its fleshy goodness, like a peach or cherry with their covert pit. Something hard and ungainly, something inside that is teeth-shattering, something that would have made the first Homo erectus to chomp into that fruit so confused and rageful, so very toothless with such a shocking surprise. If only all fruits were like strawberries. That was pretty deep... much like those damn pits.

I'm so bored, I'm getting bored blogging. Who does that? It's possible to get bored whilst blogging? I say good man! That sounds bullocks! Yea... bored.

There's an inherent danger in doing up a cover version of a beloved band. Fine Young Cannibals took on The King and did white sequined jumpsuit justice to "Suspicious Minds." No Doubt took some time to Talk Talk, and all I wanted by the middle of "It's My Life" is for Gwen and crew to Shut Up Shut Up.

Is this long enough yet? That's what HE said!! *cricket*cricket*

Why is that Paper Planes song by MIA so addicting?

What the hell is pi's problem? ... Seriously dude just end it, give it up for shucks sake. It's ok to be different but you're playing very close to overkill.

Why don't the people I wave to on TV ever wave back? Snobs is my guess. They'll look right at you when you wave and just turn around or get back to what ever tehy were doing that was so effectively occupying my mind. I don't watch TV much because my mind is a very rebelious country that does't like to be occupied or invaded for that matter. And no I don't know the definition of a run-on sentence.... what is it,... tell me, I'd like to know because if I'm doing it and not knowing I'm doing it, that's just ignorant and ignorance is soo blissful untill you get made fun of for being ignorant even tho we are all ignorant and if you don't believe you're ignorant then thats just proff you are ignorant, so just tell me what a run-on sentence is so that I know and won't be ignorant of that anymore.

This not my cup of tea. Who took my cup of tea? Speaking of tea, I loooove kool-aid, it's the shnit.

Currently listening : Villains By The Verve Pipe Release date: 1996-03-26