My first post-quite a monumental event, considering it took me a year to put my thought of blogging into action at last. Inspired by my friend and cajoled by others i have decided to do the right thing-namely get off my lazy ass to do something constructive. writing and posting poetry jus isn't enough for my overly hyperactive self. (ha!)
My bubu says with didain that i am a sensation seeker well he doesn't realize(and i haven't brought it to his attention yet) that I'm actually the worst kind of sensation seeker ie I get bored easily. Unless the current object of my interest is truly sensational my attention gathers itself and walks out in a huff, searching for new avenues. Geminis...sigh. (not that astrology is worthy of my supreme interest) Poetry, music, books and my friends. Now they're something i'll NEVER be able to live without.
Now that i have ranted for a while i believe its time for me to divert my attentions toward the idiot box. It craves my attention.
Note: Since the words 'attention', 'sensation', and 'interest' have been used ten billion times in this post they have been temporarily annihilated from my diction.
Cheers!
Neutiquam erro. Just directionally challenged.
Followers
I guffawed (and 'eew'ed) at
- "A woman's dress should be like barbed wire- restricted access with an unrestricted view"
- Ed Byrne
- Graham Norton's one liner "Children are a bit like farts, in that people like their own."
How much is that doggie in the window?
- Wickedcookie
- I'm funny, when I'm in the right company. I'm pretty much normal(much to the dismay of myself and a few family members, who i shall not name) My most distinct characteristic is probably my obsession with buying books. *sarcasm* Whoo-pee
Mine mine mine!
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Whats on my mind
McFly. Like all the time. i kid you not.
How else i could spend my time.
whether people in seventeenth century England were ever clean.
how much time it would take before i can see the Sistine Chapel.
whether time travel is possible and when i can have a go at it.
whether Cassanova was as cute as they say he was
whether freelancing is my thing
Labels
Rome
I'm obsessed with this place
Useless Metaphors that i am unashamedly proud of.
- Tears are like flavours from 'Lays' . Unless there are onions involved, they're just no fun.
- Sweat is like an AC. It cools you down like heck but its always like a big ol elephant in the room.
- Stationery is to a writer what antlers are to the Ibex.
Bubble thoughts
Correct me if I’m wrong but I think it is impossible to look pretty whilst scuba diving. Your mouth is wrapped around this big plastic nozzle thing, you can’t take it out unless suicide is on your list and the refractive qualities of water really don’t do you any further good. The nozzle in your mouth, your eyes wide open because of everything that you’re getting to see at that moment. That just makes you look like a fish on land- gasping forair with a gory-ish, surprised look on your face. I mean, seriously, the fish look better than you do at that point in time. In fact, the fish are laughing at you.
Sometimes I am walking down the road or sitting in a room and I happen to hear a part of a conversation between two complete strangers. Now this isn’t all that strange given that it happens to most of us and also that my eavesdropping skills are honed beyond belief. What is strange though is that I completely and utterly relate to what they are saying; like it’s a conversation out of my life. It makes me feel all warm n fuzzy about the human race.
Sometimes I am walking down the road or sitting in a room and I happen to hear a part of a conversation between two complete strangers. Now this isn’t all that strange given that it happens to most of us and also that my eavesdropping skills are honed beyond belief. What is strange though is that I completely and utterly relate to what they are saying; like it’s a conversation out of my life. It makes me feel all warm n fuzzy about the human race.
1 comment:
Oooo looky what I found perchance!:-D My munch has a blog! Two blogs! Hurray! I'm thrilled!:-D
Its about time! (reprimanding look)
Now I can sit back and wait for you to make me laugh, like you always do.
Hurray!
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