I posted this first, and then Fearless Sunflower stole the link and put it on her page. DOn't believe me? check the time stamp! (I'm totally lying) It's a little slow at first, but trust me it's Hella Funny!
Coming down off a 13 hour shift...
Planning to hang out with Fearless sunflower next Saturday. Not sure what we're gonna do, but it'll have to wait till next week. Looking forward to it though.
Easter is on April 16th this year, gotta crank out the hand grenade project before it's too late.
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I've seen her type before. I may only be 26 years old, but I've been around all over, and that type is obvious. You can't create your own history, they are still lies even if noone can prove them or not. It's a coming of age thing, really. Maybe it's a confidence thing. I guess that's why everyone is so eager to get into a relationship. It gives you definition. You don't have to try to be someone, you already are. A boyfriend or girlfriend. A mate. Religon, as well. something outside yourself to create boundries for you. Mebbe that's why I balk at such things. I don't like limitations, or boundries. In an infinite universe, what difference does it make what you say or do anyway? But this isn't about me.
I've seen her type before. Hurtful. Not intentionally, but when the lies add up sooner or later someone gets hurt. Usually it is those of us who live for the Truth, aghast at the mere idea of an intentional lie. Not premeditated, or vengeful, but a speaker is responsible for their words nonetheless. These kinds of people need to be medicated. I believe that medication will not solve a problem, but in this case that is the answer. Cover lies with more lies, until the Truth not only cannot be found, but is rendered irrelevant. The medication becomes the new truth, and therin artificial boundries are created. Regular feedings at 6, 12, and 6 again. The beast is trained, de-clawed, and rendered harmless as it was too powerful to exist alone in the first place. Lies are covered with pathetic truths, and everyone looks on with a bemused half-interest.
Indeed, the only real harm would be begotten to the liar themselves. Eventually those around would come to realize the liar as a fraud, and an immediate distrust would spring like a phoenix from the ashes. A bridge, literally destroyed, anly to be crossed by fools. Ultimately, one such as this would be cut off like a diseased limb. Or looked upon as a fool themselves, a Jester kept mearely for entertainment. Unfortunately the same joke gets old after a very short time.
I've seen her type before, and if you wait long enough, the problem usually solves itself.
My sister knows about the website. She didn't say much, but it went something like this:
I have been emailing my posts from my SK2, but it's not working very well. I should just write them down.
If you're happy and you know it kill some ninjas
If you're happy and you know it kill some ninjas
If you're happy and you know it, then the ninja blood will show it
If you're happy and you know it kill some ninjas!
...man I'm hungover
Captain Toad, on the go!
There I was. Guzzling beer from a big godamned mug, listening to one of
the most eclectic mixes of music I had ever heard. Surrounded by a
hundred people I had never met, and no desire to either. I spoke the
language, to a degree at least, and we all shared the same skin color.
They were not my people, however. Paudy, soft, desperate looks in their
eyes. After 1 beer, I could see that my presence alone was making them
uncomfortable. The aura of resentment soaked into their skins like wine
on a new carpet. They spoke less and less.Eventually they simply
exchanged nervous glances. One by one they made up an excuse to leave,
until there was only one fellow left.
"Go ahead," I implored. "Ask me."
Confused, and then petrified of the though of not complying with me he
asked the question that had been burning in all of their minds.
"...What's the monkey for?"
The monkey and I stared him down, until I thought he might soil
himself.
"Beat's me." I said. "But he's real good at scratching me back!"
Captain Toad, on the go!
I just got a call on my sidekick from some A plus web hosting place
asking if I was interested in hearing about their design services.
Obviously they've never been to the site, or they'd know I do it all
myself. Weird tho, how they got my personal phone number. Gotta fix
that.
Captain Toad, on the go!
So I was over at Kilgor's house yhe other day, and I noticed that his
computer was repaired, and that he had a sweet new flatscreen monitor.
He picked it up for a song, like 225 bucks at buy.com. I'm going to buy
2!
Note: Kilgor is an educated consumer. He didn't say so, but I bet he
put in at least 2 hours finding the best deal. That's why I'm not going
to even look for one. I'm just going to get 2 of whatever he got!
Captain Toad, on the go!
Tweaking the changes to Mel's page, and listening to Charles Mingus. Had to ditch out early on work to get it done, and I still have a few things to do, but now it's time for N.C.I.S...
