comments? questions?
well fuck my ass!
i thought no one at all (bar possibly jen and chanter) was reading all this psychobabble i have been ejculating but it turns out there are a few of you (clearly more people have less of a life than i thought..) but you can't lemme know how hilarious/boring/obnoxious or right/wrong i am cause the comments feature does nae work.
ass crackers.
i have no idea how to remedy this situation.
actually i would sacrifice ma new sweet as death template to get your comments. they are like crack. it's amazingly re-assuring to know that i'm not just going BLAH BLAH BLAH into the fucking void when i'm blogging like i do when i'm in my livingroom and my kitchen and my garden etc etc etc. sometimes i think the plants can hear me but the poor bastards prolly just wanna be left in peace. chickens can only hear me as food. i am one pink pixel in their four pixel life-screen.. and that's only when i have grain, water or kitchen scraps. the others are green for grass, yellow for hay and grainy for bugs. and that's all. aliens could land infront of them and emerge festooned in tutus and strap on cocks, screaming hallelujah and chooks would just ignore them unless their ship looked like a big corn kernel- fuck they are so mindbogglingly simple.
oh this just in. still in caravan. caravan has no cat door. i have been ignoring pod at night as the bed's not big enough for us both and he won't leave me to sleep in peace with the whole "lemme the fuck out""now lemme the fuck in" shennanigans... so he has found a way to get my attention through the vinyl of the pop-top section...
he climbs the nearby oak tree.
he then flings himself to the roof of the very wobbly caravan which makes a very loud noise and rocks the van like a hammock.
he then maows and maows and maows
and MAOWS
and if i don't talk to him while i'm trying to sleep, he just starts scratching at the vinyl roof madly, tearin it up with his claws, til i scream and open the door and throw my slippers at him.
or hug him.
depends how cold it is.
anyway it's nice to know there's people out there, chuggin through my daily crap.
will remedy the comment thing soon.
ciao
i thought no one at all (bar possibly jen and chanter) was reading all this psychobabble i have been ejculating but it turns out there are a few of you (clearly more people have less of a life than i thought..) but you can't lemme know how hilarious/boring/obnoxious or right/wrong i am cause the comments feature does nae work.
ass crackers.
i have no idea how to remedy this situation.
actually i would sacrifice ma new sweet as death template to get your comments. they are like crack. it's amazingly re-assuring to know that i'm not just going BLAH BLAH BLAH into the fucking void when i'm blogging like i do when i'm in my livingroom and my kitchen and my garden etc etc etc. sometimes i think the plants can hear me but the poor bastards prolly just wanna be left in peace. chickens can only hear me as food. i am one pink pixel in their four pixel life-screen.. and that's only when i have grain, water or kitchen scraps. the others are green for grass, yellow for hay and grainy for bugs. and that's all. aliens could land infront of them and emerge festooned in tutus and strap on cocks, screaming hallelujah and chooks would just ignore them unless their ship looked like a big corn kernel- fuck they are so mindbogglingly simple.
oh this just in. still in caravan. caravan has no cat door. i have been ignoring pod at night as the bed's not big enough for us both and he won't leave me to sleep in peace with the whole "lemme the fuck out""now lemme the fuck in" shennanigans... so he has found a way to get my attention through the vinyl of the pop-top section...
he climbs the nearby oak tree.
he then flings himself to the roof of the very wobbly caravan which makes a very loud noise and rocks the van like a hammock.
he then maows and maows and maows
and MAOWS
and if i don't talk to him while i'm trying to sleep, he just starts scratching at the vinyl roof madly, tearin it up with his claws, til i scream and open the door and throw my slippers at him.
or hug him.
depends how cold it is.
anyway it's nice to know there's people out there, chuggin through my daily crap.
will remedy the comment thing soon.
ciao
so sayeth mara - church wrecker at 12:28 AM
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