A splattering of thoughts

  • Girls are far better at 1) remembering to take photos 2) posing for photos AND they are useful in the sense that you can take photos for no reason but can blame it on them. Classic
  • Why is it that mossies will attack you, non stop, for about 20 minutes, then suddenly give up on you? Have I run outta blood? Where's the commitment? Where's the love?
  • Why have I signed myself up to a night of reading dive manuals when the level of humidity is like that time Zeus hot-boxed his outhouse by boiling up all his succubis?
  • Why do no websites have the powerful search tools I required to properly use them?
  • I think I've lost of my lyrical prowess, what small amount I had to begin with.
  • My hair is out of control and the number one culprit in my water loss problems.
  • Get funky on the dance floor and show be a better bop than the bop I got...
  • "Don't bangkok too hard" - Dan Dan Icelandic Dan

Do you remember that time,

when I was like .... and you were like.... and after an small interuption we had kippers, and then Sid Vicious was like "Put that spoon down, I've had enough". To which we replied, between smirks and jovial glances, "Oh Sid, your ecentric ways are so devoid of the post-hardcore mind set that we all expect, pass the scones". Though unbeknownst to us, the scones had run out part way through the last century, and a flurry of resulting conflict confirmed this, leaving much of the devastation we see before us right now. No matter, we carried on our merry way, dropping coins to the paupers and conducting informed debates with passing monks on the very crux of the buddhist way of life, in relation to globalisation and the current decline in economic tides. No sooner had we achieved, what in our own subjective mindset appeared to be, enlightenment, than we became hidiously paranoid in terms of the whole juxtaposition of the situation, and lightly refused dessert.

Luckily times have changed, but I still look back with an odd envy at the naive boy I used to be.

What do you do when your mum texts you saying "Wish I could see a sea horse" in a despondent manner, well as despondent as you can be via the medium of textual communications. I dunno what you do, but what I do is write a blog entry to detach myself from the situation, allowing a more rational outlook. And then I decide I want steak for dinner. Good O.

I think I had something witty and pulsating to say, which would be expected as I just had some coffee, but my typie fingers are devoid of any literary splurges, so I must bid you a Jew or two.

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