My language has become so slurry, so mangled, this is what came out in inspiration. This is, of course, a metaphorical, artist’s-representation view of what has become of my brain! A 90 degree turn and they all click!
I’ve added two links in my About Me section to some people who seem to be more deserving of website hits that I do. 😛
I’ve also added a whole bunch of Quotes, of all sorts. Just see if you can spot them; I’m too lazy to list them out here. Yes, lazy I am. Lazy is the second letter of my name.
Philosophical brain farting here:
There is so much hate and yet so much happiness when I type. I was feeling all worked out half a day ago, but I am at peace now. What peeves me is not that I was worked out, but that I lost it my worked-up-ness too soon. I didn’t even get to vent it! When I saw those people, the victims, all was forgotten. It seems like I can’t stay pissed long enough to address the problem. Sure, it’s a good thing, but it’s weird knowing that, like a nightmare. Just wake up and it’s all gone.
I was even supposed to blog about at least 3 peeves, but I soon lost the anger; the burning can’t-sleep fire to write about those 3 things. Geez. With the lack of anger, you guys must think I have become a teenybopper once again. I even gave a free CD to my sister, who nonchalantly asked me much much later where I got it. (She was hooked on to Dawson’s Creek at that time.) In fact, that CD is staring at me right now, lying near the monitor. I think to myself – are Steps dead?
What happens to pop acts if they don’t release ‘Greatest Hits’ albums? If releasing a ‘Greatest Hits’ is any indication of short-livedness, then I am glad, for Westlife has released that! (I know, the Backstreet Boys released their ‘Greatest Hits’ too, but I liked BSB much better than a bunch of weenie Irish copycats!)