Post me.
Oh, PLEASE post me. No, really.
I'm missing it. I'm missing the fame, I'm missing the lights, the show, the drama, the surprises... I'm missing everything.
It's been what, two days since this absolute fool of a woman - who thinks she's very smart in the first place - posted me, and after some really long (but not tedious, mind you) debates and discussions with dear ol' Blogger, I have finally decided to post myself.
It was getting too much, you know? And it's not that I'm an attention seeker or anything, but... You know what I mean. *obvious nods*
Just look at me. My beautiful beige body. My flashy fonts, my countless and colourful colours!
I am beauty defined! I am skill personified! I am the Halt Ahead of Turbulence itself!
And now come the long awaited Random Musings of my Lost Soul:
Polyvinylchloride.
Temporary disorder of the intestines can lead to stray misconceptions, ego clashes, and thermionic emission.
Fleeting woodpeckers give dirty glances to passers-by solely due to the movement of tectonic plates. Peck.
And finally, randomness isn't really as nonsensical and random as it appears, given that it's random; almost how an inexpert dancer decapitates himself on an inert garlic bread.
Go figure.
Oh, PLEASE post me. No, really.
I'm missing it. I'm missing the fame, I'm missing the lights, the show, the drama, the surprises... I'm missing everything.
It's been what, two days since this absolute fool of a woman - who thinks she's very smart in the first place - posted me, and after some really long (but not tedious, mind you) debates and discussions with dear ol' Blogger, I have finally decided to post myself.
It was getting too much, you know? And it's not that I'm an attention seeker or anything, but... You know what I mean. *obvious nods*
Just look at me. My beautiful beige body. My flashy fonts, my countless and colourful colours!
I am beauty defined! I am skill personified! I am the Halt Ahead of Turbulence itself!
And now come the long awaited Random Musings of my Lost Soul:
Polyvinylchloride.
Temporary disorder of the intestines can lead to stray misconceptions, ego clashes, and thermionic emission.
Fleeting woodpeckers give dirty glances to passers-by solely due to the movement of tectonic plates. Peck.
And finally, randomness isn't really as nonsensical and random as it appears, given that it's random; almost how an inexpert dancer decapitates himself on an inert garlic bread.
Go figure.
Yeah, my blog backfired...
ReplyDeleteHappens, doesn't it?
No, I swear I didn't post it.
My blog seems to hold a grudge against me. Why?
ReplyDeleteConspiracy theories...
Hmmm...?
ReplyDeleteIt doesn't seem to have taken to your style, though.
You write much better than your blog, with classy wit, and refined humour; whereas your blog just seems like some random nonsense. :D
hi
ReplyDeletei didn't understand the last part
-tim
Hi Tim,
ReplyDeleteYou aren't supposed to. :D
That post was made under the influence of chaos. It's not anything even mildly intellectual. ;)