im obsessed with these random generators that tell me they know me,
i think someone must know what's going on if i don't
Monday, November 28, 2005
| Your Birthdate: September 3 |
 You are more than a big ball of energy - you are a big ball of hyper. You are always on the go, but you don't have a type a personality. Instead of channeling your energy into work, you instead go for fun and adventure. Witty and verbal, you can have an interesting conversation with anyone. Your strength: Your larger than life imagination Your weakness: You tend to be pretty scattered Your power color: Lime Your power symbol: Lightening bolt Your power month: March |
don't yeah hate that i was gonna write something and now i've forgotten.... damn work interference :)
thats right.
i've been a whiny little bugger on me blog lately
i've been reading some other blogs and if they aren't boring as batshit, they are uber way to happy (spew) or as similarly whiny .... the world has a case of poor me syndrome i reckon.
anyhow its rare to get an exception
i think that people who write are generally not as active / have a booming anything... sad but true. to be more reflective you can't really be that busy :P
thats right.
i've been a whiny little bugger on me blog lately
i've been reading some other blogs and if they aren't boring as batshit, they are uber way to happy (spew) or as similarly whiny .... the world has a case of poor me syndrome i reckon.
anyhow its rare to get an exception
i think that people who write are generally not as active / have a booming anything... sad but true. to be more reflective you can't really be that busy :P
so i thought id be all fancy and mobile blog... yes well only open to US customers eh
so i wrote on the run :
title: testing testing for when im drunk and poetic :)
oooo the convenience of clogging from ur phone :) the expression into the airwaves of the discontent which breeds a suppository of script. See what i mean, billshit in a bottle. as opposed to my journal which no ones eyes get directed toward. there is an extension in typing into a phone like someone is going to know about it, very refreshing i've decided :) check
aaa i've discovered the sentence breaker, balls will be broken. check $
so i wrote on the run :
title: testing testing for when im drunk and poetic :)
oooo the convenience of clogging from ur phone :) the expression into the airwaves of the discontent which breeds a suppository of script. See what i mean, billshit in a bottle. as opposed to my journal which no ones eyes get directed toward. there is an extension in typing into a phone like someone is going to know about it, very refreshing i've decided :) check
aaa i've discovered the sentence breaker, balls will be broken. check $
Thursday, November 24, 2005
i read something today,
apparently chilli's give you a better REM deep sleep... i'm going to chilli it up! hot and spicy claire
i find the fluctuation in energy pattern that i go through weird and disturbing
it makes me think that there are factors other than bodily ones that influence me!
i'm definitely not in control
yesterday i was fucked, it perpetuated the fact that perhaps itd be better to be a man. without being one tho i can't say it would be. if visuals alone dictated tho i would definitely say men have a sweeter more casual existence. their bodily functions and functionality seem more congenial to the casual, fun loving lifestyle i strive for.
apparently chilli's give you a better REM deep sleep... i'm going to chilli it up! hot and spicy claire
i find the fluctuation in energy pattern that i go through weird and disturbing
it makes me think that there are factors other than bodily ones that influence me!
i'm definitely not in control
yesterday i was fucked, it perpetuated the fact that perhaps itd be better to be a man. without being one tho i can't say it would be. if visuals alone dictated tho i would definitely say men have a sweeter more casual existence. their bodily functions and functionality seem more congenial to the casual, fun loving lifestyle i strive for.
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
people are stupid, this includes me.
i mean we know nothing
you'd think be now we'd be living in a "brave new world" were you pop a pill to satisfy yourself.
how is it i spend the majority of my time trying to figure stuff out, i mean haven't they invented a program already that knows... so i don't have to think, i can just google the answer! i just don't understand how it is that we are so ill equipped or i don't even care that humans are ill equipped but surely there must be something that knows what's going on, i mean the idea of nobody, nada, no controlling pathway or dominant destiny seems stupid, like whats the point. and yet there is no evidence / proof that this is not the case... just a random haphazard adjustment of an unstable composition of elements.
anyhow it'd at least be nice / courteous to be informed what's going on :)
im so sick of arguing with myself
i mean we know nothing
you'd think be now we'd be living in a "brave new world" were you pop a pill to satisfy yourself.
how is it i spend the majority of my time trying to figure stuff out, i mean haven't they invented a program already that knows... so i don't have to think, i can just google the answer! i just don't understand how it is that we are so ill equipped or i don't even care that humans are ill equipped but surely there must be something that knows what's going on, i mean the idea of nobody, nada, no controlling pathway or dominant destiny seems stupid, like whats the point. and yet there is no evidence / proof that this is not the case... just a random haphazard adjustment of an unstable composition of elements.
anyhow it'd at least be nice / courteous to be informed what's going on :)
im so sick of arguing with myself
Friday, November 11, 2005
the moment when you can't breathe,
you watch the puke project out into the running water of the sink.
i close my eyes its like my whole body is needed to tighten and squeeze out the rejected content.
i feel ripped off, i feel like telling my body its wrong, its the little child that doesn't know what's right... "keep the food down... i want it...its just a hangover bod"
but i'm not in control, i don't know when the next uprising will occur, i wait and try and feel if i'm ok
i feel like i've been told off and i retreat to bed :)
the moment when you can't breathe,
you watch the puke project out into the running water of the sink.
i close my eyes its like my whole body is needed to tighten and squeeze out the rejected content.
i feel ripped off, i feel like telling my body its wrong, its the little child that doesn't know what's right... "keep the food down... i want it...its just a hangover bod"
but i'm not in control, i don't know when the next uprising will occur, i wait and try and feel if i'm ok
i feel like i've been told off and i retreat to bed :)
you watch the puke project out into the running water of the sink.
i close my eyes its like my whole body is needed to tighten and squeeze out the rejected content.
i feel ripped off, i feel like telling my body its wrong, its the little child that doesn't know what's right... "keep the food down... i want it...its just a hangover bod"
but i'm not in control, i don't know when the next uprising will occur, i wait and try and feel if i'm ok
i feel like i've been told off and i retreat to bed :)
the moment when you can't breathe,
you watch the puke project out into the running water of the sink.
i close my eyes its like my whole body is needed to tighten and squeeze out the rejected content.
i feel ripped off, i feel like telling my body its wrong, its the little child that doesn't know what's right... "keep the food down... i want it...its just a hangover bod"
but i'm not in control, i don't know when the next uprising will occur, i wait and try and feel if i'm ok
i feel like i've been told off and i retreat to bed :)
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
the world is surreal
reality is a facade
i swear things are getting harder and harder to be considered material! even touch is wearing thin, i look at my hand, move it and still don't own it :P
i'm not on drugs at this point, i wonder whether previous use, when i thought it was contributing to a different perspective actually made it harder for me to believe in reality. who can say i can't really go back now!
i walk across the road and almost need to retell my feet to keep walking. as i contemplate walking across it i can't decide if im actually walking across it or im a paun in a computer game that im just telling where to go using the up arrow :) in wondering what im actually doing i make it very hard to actually do things
reality is a facade
i swear things are getting harder and harder to be considered material! even touch is wearing thin, i look at my hand, move it and still don't own it :P
i'm not on drugs at this point, i wonder whether previous use, when i thought it was contributing to a different perspective actually made it harder for me to believe in reality. who can say i can't really go back now!
i walk across the road and almost need to retell my feet to keep walking. as i contemplate walking across it i can't decide if im actually walking across it or im a paun in a computer game that im just telling where to go using the up arrow :) in wondering what im actually doing i make it very hard to actually do things
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