Monday, January 17, 2005
Ahhh....
Been such a while, hasn't it?
All is well and good, nothing but me and food...
...why am I rhyming for no good reason? And in such a damn cold season?
Ok, I did it again. Or should I say: "Oops, I did it again"?
Alright that was downright lame. Excuse the cheesy attempts at humor. I'm just feeling a little cold. My hands are freezing off. Or put more indelicately, my arse is freezing the hell off.
Seriously speaking though, how can one's arse freeze off anyway? The next conversation between 2 fictional people shall clear up the mystery within....
A: My arse is freezing off!!
B: That's technically incorrect. Logically speaking, your "arse" is layered with several pieces of cloth that would serve to insulate, so there is no danger of it being frozen off, especially when you only happen to be in a room at 16 degrees Celsius of temperature. Besides, your "arse", or your bottom, is rather firmly affixed to your body. I rather doubt that it can be removed from your self.
A: *bangs fist against forehead* Oh not again! You and your Ph'd temperament! It's driving me crazy!!!
B: I do not think that I am responsible for your outbreak in mental instability. You seem to be doing it all to yourself, by my observations.
A: Argh! Alright then, you wanna dispute over whether one's arse can be frozen off? Very simple, just take the next flight to the North Pole, get off, and pull your pants down. I guarantee you that within 5 minutes your arse will be removed via the condition commonly known as frostbite.
Ok that's the end of it. I'm too lazy to type up more of that kind of discourse. I have a longer version of that conversation stored in my head for my own personal entertaintment. Makes you wonder what kind of a person I really am if I appreciate weird things like that...
Neurotic me back in business I suppose. The author's side speaking. Truth be told, I'm still waiting for the day my internet connection is restored to me. But I'll have to reluctantly admit that the gnawing desire for the internet seems to be waning by the day. I seem almost perfectly content to live a Net-less life.
Presently, the only few things that keep the flame burning bright would be 1) contact with Kanaii, 2) Fanfiction.Net, and 3) BoA.
Why BoA is even an issue is obvious. I need to find out things about her, and the only way is through the internet since the newspapers don't give me updated information.
Anyway I have to go read some stuff at ffnet. My next post won't be for a while.
Til next time then.
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Been such a while, hasn't it?
All is well and good, nothing but me and food...
...why am I rhyming for no good reason? And in such a damn cold season?
Ok, I did it again. Or should I say: "Oops, I did it again"?
Alright that was downright lame. Excuse the cheesy attempts at humor. I'm just feeling a little cold. My hands are freezing off. Or put more indelicately, my arse is freezing the hell off.
Seriously speaking though, how can one's arse freeze off anyway? The next conversation between 2 fictional people shall clear up the mystery within....
A: My arse is freezing off!!
B: That's technically incorrect. Logically speaking, your "arse" is layered with several pieces of cloth that would serve to insulate, so there is no danger of it being frozen off, especially when you only happen to be in a room at 16 degrees Celsius of temperature. Besides, your "arse", or your bottom, is rather firmly affixed to your body. I rather doubt that it can be removed from your self.
A: *bangs fist against forehead* Oh not again! You and your Ph'd temperament! It's driving me crazy!!!
B: I do not think that I am responsible for your outbreak in mental instability. You seem to be doing it all to yourself, by my observations.
A: Argh! Alright then, you wanna dispute over whether one's arse can be frozen off? Very simple, just take the next flight to the North Pole, get off, and pull your pants down. I guarantee you that within 5 minutes your arse will be removed via the condition commonly known as frostbite.
Ok that's the end of it. I'm too lazy to type up more of that kind of discourse. I have a longer version of that conversation stored in my head for my own personal entertaintment. Makes you wonder what kind of a person I really am if I appreciate weird things like that...
Neurotic me back in business I suppose. The author's side speaking. Truth be told, I'm still waiting for the day my internet connection is restored to me. But I'll have to reluctantly admit that the gnawing desire for the internet seems to be waning by the day. I seem almost perfectly content to live a Net-less life.
Presently, the only few things that keep the flame burning bright would be 1) contact with Kanaii, 2) Fanfiction.Net, and 3) BoA.
Why BoA is even an issue is obvious. I need to find out things about her, and the only way is through the internet since the newspapers don't give me updated information.
Anyway I have to go read some stuff at ffnet. My next post won't be for a while.
Til next time then.
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