Imagine a Gynecologist. One of those freaky seedy ones that have their molesty fingers and monstrous gleaming teeth.
Lips curled into a sneer as droplets of salivation drip from his lips to land on a stained poorly buttoned shirt. Definitely one of those guys with their thin hair combed back in a pitiful attempt to cover the sign of early balding. Don’t even get me started on his shoes, all black and shiny. Almost as if they had some sort of cleaning disorder, and spent their Friday nights in front of the fireplace in a rickety old rocking chair. Rocking back and forth.Polishing and Polishing.
Rock.Rock.
Polish. Polish.
Then there was his eyes, wide and bloodshot. Tiny blue hued circles engulfed by widening black pupils. Sags and bags would underline his sunken eyes, whose eyelash length rivaled that of Madonna.
His tall, lanky build made his footsteps seem like he was stalking, always stalking, with long wide light footsteps. Creeping behind you, and lurking behind every corner, hiding behind a chart attached to cold, hard plastic.
“Welcome my dear…”
He would say in a hissed tone, I swear I detected hints of lust, or perhaps he was just hungry. I wouldn’t blame him, he surely looked like he was missing a feed.
I gave him a slight nod and entered into his musty smelling room, light by a single flickering light bulb. I gulped and sat down in a dusty chair, just when was his last patient? 1970? I’d guess 1970, by looking at the faded picture of a kombi van behind him. A dismal attempt to brighten up the place.
He sat in his own, overstuffed chair, its dirtied filling spilling out over split seams. I assume it used to be white. Emphasis on used to be white. Now it was an off grey, almost black. With every slight movement he made, fleck of what I hoped to be dirt would flake off. Although, I swear I saw some of these ‘flecks’ take flight, fleeing the room through the small crack in the air vent high up on the wall. If only my escape were that easy.
My eyes lowered to the name on his desk. ‘Dr Ventura.’ Interesting name, reminds me of Ace Ventura, although if I recall Ace Ventura was a bright friendly chap. The complete opposite of this Troll-like being.
“Now my dear….we have your test results….”
He began, tapping a pen on his desk, giving me a hungry smile. Definitely hungry. I was tempted to pull out the gum that had been wedged in my pocket for the past few days and throw at him, then whilst he was distracted I could perhaps make my getaway. I sighed, and waited for him to continue.
Tick, Tick, Tick
A full two minutes passed before he continued, was that silence on purpose? Or did he fall into some sort of a micro sleep? Surely he’d be old enough to have waltzed with the dinosaurs.
“You will need…a….how shall I say this…Laparoscopy…” he grinned again, followed by a wink. I did not know the intention of a wink. But. I know what Laparoscopy is.Surgery.
Again.
I gave a nod followed by a wave of my hand, signaling that I didn’t’ really care, nor was I phased by this news.
I think I heard Dr. Ventura growl, he clearly felt the stabbing agony of defeat. Perhaps he fed off of fear? Off of worry? My apathetic reaction surely did not please him.
I giggled, the tides had turned. I leaned forward, hands on desk as I flicked a stray cockroach away from me. “Goodbye Dr…” I sneered, as I backed away, and left his dismal office. As his door shut behind me I heard his anguished cry, followed by loud bangs. He was angry, maddened by the thought that he had lost his next victim, too bad for him that this fantasy, this daydream was over.
I looked ahead of me, to see a clear bright corridor, it smelt faintly like frangipanis, and every so often a smiling nurse would pass me, giving a small nod of acknowledgement. I had passed through the gates of another world, another form of hell and had lived.
Because I had the inner strength to do so.
Take that Dr. Ventura.
--
Now, in all honesty, I’ve been in and out of hospital, I did have to see a gynecologist, but he was much, much nicer and friendlier. I DO have to have a Laparoscopy, and I’m not really worried about it. Compared to what I have gone through lately, it seems like nothing. Wish me luck all.
I’m hoping to have the blog reformatted soon, perhaps after surgery~
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Friday, May 7, 2010
A Little itty Piece of me in May
This Month I have a few things to say for it is May~
As we walk along the shores of life we leave pieces of us scattered, and fragmented in our wake, both physical and emotional.
This Month;
I like Storms
This Month;
I like Storms
Fierce and unsuspecting, unrelenting powerful forces from above as the skies reach out to touch the earth, its spindly fingers desperately reaching out to mother earth, for affection for a hello and perhaps for a warm touch, Yet unbeknowst to the storm, it is too powerful and its touch brings naught but destruction across the land that it so lovingly adores~
I don't like: Being Alone~
That feeling, not fear, but dread. Unmistakable and undeniable, as you reach out to those you love only to find that you have naught but yourself. You try to stwin against the currents but they're too strong, they say when it rains, it pours. You become drenched, cold and wet. All you want is to be held by the one you love, so you call out only to be answered by your echoed voice. It is then, that you know you are alone.
I want you to know: Kate, I will steal your Iced Coffee
The horrendous price of asking to move in with your older sister, and all her gay housemates. There is a toll on the fridge sweety and I, the monster will consume it all!I've Planned: To look after my Altar better
Being a Wiccan, I have an altar one I used to look after everyday but recently with my depressive slump it has been a little neglected, I will fix that quick smart! Candles, insence and cleansings ahoy~
I want to say to someone special: I look forward to the rest of my life with you, Brandon.
I can imagine us fighting at a grocery store over what sort of cheese we'd buy, and the ever increasing prices of milk. Don't worry my dear, we will stock up before the expected great milk shortage of the 2020's!By the end of this month: I will be on my girly germs
So I will need chocolate, rest, a plethora of various painkillers and medication to keep the cyts at bay. A warm bed and someone to hold. Since I have no one to hold near me I shall attack my cat. Perhaps I should become a crazy cat lady. I hear their pay is quite good, then again the source was unreliable, as she was screeching at me and then proceeded to throw felines my way.
I caught one and took it home.
We now have two cats.
Storm Picture by angrygibbon.deviantart.com
Alone Picture by esparrow.deviantart.com
All other Images are sourced from Google and belong to their respective owners~
Friday, December 11, 2009
Ice what you did thar, fountain of brown goo
As I said in my last post, christmas shoppping over and done with. *celebrates*
Yes Kathryn, hate me, hate me like a worm hates the shovel which splits it in two, hate me like the worm hates itself for falling in love with it's 'other half' forgetting they were once the same non sentient being.
I am slowly getting back into the groove of things, slowly giving myself more time to sit down and attempt to write a blog entry, no longer everyday mind you. My poor little brain just can't cope with that. It's too busy focusing on how to escape my skull.
I find myself wanting the presents I buy for other people, and yes for those of you whom watch the Community Channel I do realize that Nat has recently Vlogged about this, that girl just Vlogs about everything, not that I mind I enjoy watching her alone in my dark room. I'm just saying I ain't copying, this was in my head for a while now.
Well, it was in my head ever since I bought my two little sisters their presents. Now, they know what their presents are, and if they don't and read this blog, then they do now. One of them is getting an ice shaver, the other a chocolate fountain.
Now I have to think to myself, why should my sister's get fancy food making machines, when I could be the one sitting there in a bathtub full of rose petals next to an oozing fountain of glorious dark brown seductive goodness whilst shaving ice to make myself a nice cold beverage?
I then realized both items were powered by electricity and probably couldn't do that unless I wanted a side order of electrons and a SHOCKINGLY drastic death.
I guess my point here is that I find myself buying far more extravagant things for other people than I do myself. I just can't find the willpower to spend the money on myself, yet when it come sto a sibling, a friend or even my own damn spoilt cat I find myself emptying my wallet faster than a girl empties a room full of gender confused nerds.
This isn't an interesting blog, hoo boy no, that should be coming soon, when I am not at work. It's just a little piece of food to help keep Billy Bob alive and well.
BIlly Bob, I love you. May you grow up to be big and strong one day.
Yes Kathryn, hate me, hate me like a worm hates the shovel which splits it in two, hate me like the worm hates itself for falling in love with it's 'other half' forgetting they were once the same non sentient being.
I am slowly getting back into the groove of things, slowly giving myself more time to sit down and attempt to write a blog entry, no longer everyday mind you. My poor little brain just can't cope with that. It's too busy focusing on how to escape my skull.
I find myself wanting the presents I buy for other people, and yes for those of you whom watch the Community Channel I do realize that Nat has recently Vlogged about this, that girl just Vlogs about everything, not that I mind I enjoy watching her alone in my dark room. I'm just saying I ain't copying, this was in my head for a while now.
Well, it was in my head ever since I bought my two little sisters their presents. Now, they know what their presents are, and if they don't and read this blog, then they do now. One of them is getting an ice shaver, the other a chocolate fountain.
Now I have to think to myself, why should my sister's get fancy food making machines, when I could be the one sitting there in a bathtub full of rose petals next to an oozing fountain of glorious dark brown seductive goodness whilst shaving ice to make myself a nice cold beverage?
I then realized both items were powered by electricity and probably couldn't do that unless I wanted a side order of electrons and a SHOCKINGLY drastic death.
I guess my point here is that I find myself buying far more extravagant things for other people than I do myself. I just can't find the willpower to spend the money on myself, yet when it come sto a sibling, a friend or even my own damn spoilt cat I find myself emptying my wallet faster than a girl empties a room full of gender confused nerds.
This isn't an interesting blog, hoo boy no, that should be coming soon, when I am not at work. It's just a little piece of food to help keep Billy Bob alive and well.
BIlly Bob, I love you. May you grow up to be big and strong one day.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Tick Tock, Times up!
Tick Tock, Tick Tock
Went the clock, the incessent sound drumming into the back of my skull like a scythe attached to a pendulum, slowly falling, and I, was the helpless victim, bound underneath. A feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach, a lurching omnipresent dread.
Tick, Tock, Tick Tock
My eyes darted to the side, watching the golden hands of the clock seemingly moving in slow motion as if to torture me. To taunt and tease me, as if my life wasn't already a living hell without their childish games.
Tick, Tock, Tick Tock
My hands twitched feverishly, cold and clammy from perspiration as they hovered over the keys, illuminated by a dull electric light. With each press of a button a small 'beep' rings in my ears, a confirmation of small success. Yet in my eyes, it was naught but success, as with each 'click' I knew I was closer to emptying my supplies.
Tick, Tock, Tick Tock
I scurry to th next haven, soon the sun would have set, and all would be lost. TIme truly was of the essence here. Faceless beings surround me, speaking a language I do not understand, shouting to and fro, and bumping into each other. They give no recognition of their animalistic behaivour and I begin to wonder if they have any cognitive thought at all. I attempt to avoid these creatures but find myself surrounded.
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock
A panicked Cry for help escapes my dry lips, I reach out, my small hand in search of help yet it meets the coldness of air. The dank dark sense of lonliness. Fear sinks in as I realize that if I want out, I need to do it alone. I muster up what strength I have left, and push my way through these drone like creatures.
It was a maze, I turn left, then right, repeating a craized pattern in search of what I had come here for.
Tick Tock, Tick Tock
I began to grow weary, dirtied feet dragging across the cold reflective floor. Just when I felt that last flicker of hope begin to die my eyes landed on my prize. I gave a startled shout and scampered forth, ignoring all else. I could feel my sanity slipping, perhaps I was turning into one of those mindless drones, I no longer cared. If I could just reach out, and grab it, if I could just hold it close and get the hell out of here I know I would be safe.
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock
One last stretch, and I gave an exasperated sigh of relief, as I felt my hands clasp over the cold object, it was cool to the touch, soothing. A comforting peace washed over me, replacing the dread and the fear, the reality around me began to twist and turn. Warping back to what once was, I had suceeded. I gave a sigh of relief as I wiped the sweat from my brow.
The hardest part was over, yet there was still the issue of leaving this horrid place, deep in the bowels of hell.
Tick, Tock, Tick Tock
I slowly began to trace the steps I had taken, ignoring the sudden hurried footsteps of the faceless creatures around me. A loud ringing sound made me, and even the drones pause in their tracks.
'DING'
'Target will be closing in 15 minutes, please make your way to the checkout to finalize any purchases'
The cheery voice made me sick to my stomach, no one could be that happy in such a place, I felt myself shiver. This truly was a new level to hell. I managed to make my way to the exit, handing over the last of my rations in exchange for my prize which I clutched tightly to my chest. My heart beating fast. To the drums of an ongoing war, in memory of those lost in this trek, and in relief as I finally survived, and have finished....
My Christmas Shopping.
Tick, Tock, Tick Tock...
Times almost up.
Went the clock, the incessent sound drumming into the back of my skull like a scythe attached to a pendulum, slowly falling, and I, was the helpless victim, bound underneath. A feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach, a lurching omnipresent dread.
Tick, Tock, Tick Tock
My eyes darted to the side, watching the golden hands of the clock seemingly moving in slow motion as if to torture me. To taunt and tease me, as if my life wasn't already a living hell without their childish games.
Tick, Tock, Tick Tock
My hands twitched feverishly, cold and clammy from perspiration as they hovered over the keys, illuminated by a dull electric light. With each press of a button a small 'beep' rings in my ears, a confirmation of small success. Yet in my eyes, it was naught but success, as with each 'click' I knew I was closer to emptying my supplies.
Tick, Tock, Tick Tock
I scurry to th next haven, soon the sun would have set, and all would be lost. TIme truly was of the essence here. Faceless beings surround me, speaking a language I do not understand, shouting to and fro, and bumping into each other. They give no recognition of their animalistic behaivour and I begin to wonder if they have any cognitive thought at all. I attempt to avoid these creatures but find myself surrounded.
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock
A panicked Cry for help escapes my dry lips, I reach out, my small hand in search of help yet it meets the coldness of air. The dank dark sense of lonliness. Fear sinks in as I realize that if I want out, I need to do it alone. I muster up what strength I have left, and push my way through these drone like creatures.
It was a maze, I turn left, then right, repeating a craized pattern in search of what I had come here for.
Tick Tock, Tick Tock
I began to grow weary, dirtied feet dragging across the cold reflective floor. Just when I felt that last flicker of hope begin to die my eyes landed on my prize. I gave a startled shout and scampered forth, ignoring all else. I could feel my sanity slipping, perhaps I was turning into one of those mindless drones, I no longer cared. If I could just reach out, and grab it, if I could just hold it close and get the hell out of here I know I would be safe.
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock
One last stretch, and I gave an exasperated sigh of relief, as I felt my hands clasp over the cold object, it was cool to the touch, soothing. A comforting peace washed over me, replacing the dread and the fear, the reality around me began to twist and turn. Warping back to what once was, I had suceeded. I gave a sigh of relief as I wiped the sweat from my brow.
The hardest part was over, yet there was still the issue of leaving this horrid place, deep in the bowels of hell.
Tick, Tock, Tick Tock
I slowly began to trace the steps I had taken, ignoring the sudden hurried footsteps of the faceless creatures around me. A loud ringing sound made me, and even the drones pause in their tracks.
'DING'
'Target will be closing in 15 minutes, please make your way to the checkout to finalize any purchases'
The cheery voice made me sick to my stomach, no one could be that happy in such a place, I felt myself shiver. This truly was a new level to hell. I managed to make my way to the exit, handing over the last of my rations in exchange for my prize which I clutched tightly to my chest. My heart beating fast. To the drums of an ongoing war, in memory of those lost in this trek, and in relief as I finally survived, and have finished....
My Christmas Shopping.
Tick, Tock, Tick Tock...
Times almost up.
Monday, December 7, 2009
A piece of me in December
This is a little something taken from the blog *Notes from the Toothfairy*
I think it's a wonderful Idea, and whilst I am a few days ahead I am still going to write this up~
It is meant to happen on the first Saturday of each month, but First Monday of the month is still good, yes? I'm going to try to remember to do this each month. I always write myself little notes like this, so why not share them with the world? Or at least the blogging world?
I find it funny, both times I have done this now have been on the first Monday of the month~ <3
This month....
I like: Rasberrry chocolate bullets, tasty.
I don't like: Listening to Christmas tunes at the shops, they are crazy
I want you to know: That I don't have cancer but I have about three other diseases which is why I haven't been on blogger for a while, I'll get back into the swing of things soon. It's a little hard trying to do a million things at once, and I really miss blogging. I also blame Role Playing, darn my nerdish nature.
I've planned: To Go on blogger a lot more and getting a suprise organized for someone special
I want to say to someone special: Brandon, I miss you. Stacey, I love you truly and dearly, I miss seeing your lovely smile and I want to be able to talk to you and your wonderful bundle of Joy, Summer.
By the end of this month: I want to FINISH fixing up my blog, notice the new banner, that's right folks, almost there, debating on staying with the black background or going white. I'm thinking staying with the black, and making the browns which you see now black too, with white writing, Nyes?
Did I accomplish last months goals?
Yes and no, I ended up haveing 21 Followers as of November 21st I love you all! <3 This month I am shooting for 25-30
Spread the word and make that happen!
I think it's a wonderful Idea, and whilst I am a few days ahead I am still going to write this up~
It is meant to happen on the first Saturday of each month, but First Monday of the month is still good, yes? I'm going to try to remember to do this each month. I always write myself little notes like this, so why not share them with the world? Or at least the blogging world?
I find it funny, both times I have done this now have been on the first Monday of the month~ <3
This month....
I like: Rasberrry chocolate bullets, tasty.
I don't like: Listening to Christmas tunes at the shops, they are crazy
I want you to know: That I don't have cancer but I have about three other diseases which is why I haven't been on blogger for a while, I'll get back into the swing of things soon. It's a little hard trying to do a million things at once, and I really miss blogging. I also blame Role Playing, darn my nerdish nature.
I've planned: To Go on blogger a lot more and getting a suprise organized for someone special
I want to say to someone special: Brandon, I miss you. Stacey, I love you truly and dearly, I miss seeing your lovely smile and I want to be able to talk to you and your wonderful bundle of Joy, Summer.
By the end of this month: I want to FINISH fixing up my blog, notice the new banner, that's right folks, almost there, debating on staying with the black background or going white. I'm thinking staying with the black, and making the browns which you see now black too, with white writing, Nyes?
Did I accomplish last months goals?
Yes and no, I ended up haveing 21 Followers as of November 21st I love you all! <3 This month I am shooting for 25-30
Spread the word and make that happen!
Friday, November 20, 2009
Green Haven -Too many Rambles
Greenhaven,
Because I'm a geek, a nerd, an otaku, I can't play sports too well, and right now I have a sniffly nose.
All I need now is an awesome pair of nerd glasses, if anyone has nerd glasses tell me where the bajeebers they got them from. We used to have these thick rimmed black glasses in our science lab back at the ol' secondary school. Should nabbed a few, thinking of such, my little sister goes there still...
*strokes beard*
ANYWAY... I like to arrpee, I really like to RP. In fact, right now I am on Greenhaven, waiting around for someone to post in Haven High.
I have a nieve charecter there named Elise.
She....isn't the brightest bulb in the pack, but gosh darn she is adorable. There will be a picture of herriiight about...
Here..
But that's after I get back from the hospital today, since right now I'm at work and don't have access to the many wonders of the world wide web.
Why am I talking and rambling about an RP site? Because I told the site I would write a blog about it a month ago, but never got around to it. I'm writing it now, sitting at my computer really really needing to pee. But oh no, I need a full bladder for this hospital trip. *shakes fist*
Let's see, today's blog is very very random, because I can't seem to piece together my thoughts, more so, the medication I had to take is making me groggy.
Groggy + work =ahurdurr
Last night there was an amazing storm, thunder and lighting, a wonderful breeze. I danced barefoot in the yard. No Joke. I really really did. It's so energizing and invigorating, besides, one should live each moment, sieze each day, love every second.
Oh, and below, a special song and a special segment for a special follower of mine ;D
~ Reeka and Draggle:
Something bad is coming down - have you heard the news?
Smooze:
Listen up!
Reeka and Draggle:
Get inside...better run and hide - nothing can stop the Smooze
Smooze:
You can't stop me!
Reeka and Draggle:
See the way it slithers forth - spewing gobs of ooze henceforth
Smooze:
I love ooze!
Hydia
Here is comes!
Reeka and Draggle:
Right now!
Hydia, Reeka, and Draggle:
Nothing can stop the Smooze!
Smooze:
No way!
Reeka, Draggle, and Smooze:
You can't escape it...you can't escape it - you haven't got a chance. Yeah!
Hydia:
That evil goo is a witch's brew
Reeka and Draggle:
No matter what you do, it's gonna get to you Anyone who tries to fight is guaranteed to lose Smooze:
Guaranteed!
Reeka and Draggle:
You can't win!
Hydia:
You oughtta pack it in
Hydia, Reeka, Draggle, and Smooze:
Nothing can stop the Smooze
Smooze:
Don't even try!!
Reeka and Draggle:
Here comes the Smooze cruisin' along singin' it's funky, gunky song!
Hydia:
Just ain't no way to stop...
Hydia, Reeka and Draggle:
Our gooey, gooey glop! Ooh! When it comes to witches brews, Smooze is what we choose We won't stop -
nothing else can top our ......... unstoppable Smooze
Smooze:
I love to Smooze!
Reeka and Draggle:
Smooze...nothing can stop the Smooze
Smooze:
Smooze...
Now, for those of you who are awesome and groovy enough to have watched the my little pony movie, did ANYONE else notice that Reeka and Draggle were riding a boat with a sale that was made of a giant bra with nipples? Alas, I am unable to obtain a picture of this fantastical ride.
What a wonderful way to end a blog post, witches riding bra boats
Because I'm a geek, a nerd, an otaku, I can't play sports too well, and right now I have a sniffly nose.
All I need now is an awesome pair of nerd glasses, if anyone has nerd glasses tell me where the bajeebers they got them from. We used to have these thick rimmed black glasses in our science lab back at the ol' secondary school. Should nabbed a few, thinking of such, my little sister goes there still...
*strokes beard*
ANYWAY... I like to arrpee, I really like to RP. In fact, right now I am on Greenhaven, waiting around for someone to post in Haven High.
I have a nieve charecter there named Elise.
She....isn't the brightest bulb in the pack, but gosh darn she is adorable. There will be a picture of herriiight about...
Here..
But that's after I get back from the hospital today, since right now I'm at work and don't have access to the many wonders of the world wide web.
Why am I talking and rambling about an RP site? Because I told the site I would write a blog about it a month ago, but never got around to it. I'm writing it now, sitting at my computer really really needing to pee. But oh no, I need a full bladder for this hospital trip. *shakes fist*
Let's see, today's blog is very very random, because I can't seem to piece together my thoughts, more so, the medication I had to take is making me groggy.
Groggy + work =ahurdurr
Last night there was an amazing storm, thunder and lighting, a wonderful breeze. I danced barefoot in the yard. No Joke. I really really did. It's so energizing and invigorating, besides, one should live each moment, sieze each day, love every second.
Oh, and below, a special song and a special segment for a special follower of mine ;D
~ Reeka and Draggle:
Something bad is coming down - have you heard the news?
Smooze:
Listen up!
Reeka and Draggle:
Get inside...better run and hide - nothing can stop the Smooze
Smooze:
You can't stop me!
Reeka and Draggle:
See the way it slithers forth - spewing gobs of ooze henceforth
Smooze:
I love ooze!
Hydia
Here is comes!
Reeka and Draggle:
Right now!
Hydia, Reeka, and Draggle:
Nothing can stop the Smooze!
Smooze:
No way!
Reeka, Draggle, and Smooze:
You can't escape it...you can't escape it - you haven't got a chance. Yeah!
Hydia:
That evil goo is a witch's brew
Reeka and Draggle:
No matter what you do, it's gonna get to you Anyone who tries to fight is guaranteed to lose Smooze:
Guaranteed!
Reeka and Draggle:
You can't win!
Hydia:
You oughtta pack it in
Hydia, Reeka, Draggle, and Smooze:
Nothing can stop the Smooze
Smooze:
Don't even try!!
Reeka and Draggle:
Here comes the Smooze cruisin' along singin' it's funky, gunky song!
Hydia:
Just ain't no way to stop...
Hydia, Reeka and Draggle:
Our gooey, gooey glop! Ooh! When it comes to witches brews, Smooze is what we choose We won't stop -
nothing else can top our ......... unstoppable Smooze
Smooze:
I love to Smooze!
Reeka and Draggle:
Smooze...nothing can stop the Smooze
Smooze:
Smooze...
Now, for those of you who are awesome and groovy enough to have watched the my little pony movie, did ANYONE else notice that Reeka and Draggle were riding a boat with a sale that was made of a giant bra with nipples? Alas, I am unable to obtain a picture of this fantastical ride.
What a wonderful way to end a blog post, witches riding bra boats
Thursday, November 19, 2009
AWESOME TASTIC
That's what I am baby, awesometastic, not just awesome not just fantastic but awesometastic
Why?
Cause I got given another award! Another Awesome Blogger Award, SEE
It's like the awesome blogger award, but more cooler cause I got awarded it TWICE. That's right, twice to yo face!
This was awarded by a very random Lauren over at The Lauren Daily Experiment (Go there its good ya?) It has to be good because it involves Mr Tumnus.
Now with these awards comes rules, send out to seven people list seven blogs yadda yadda yadda... But I already did that here So rather than do it again I'm just going to say that I already did it and by no means am I going to send multiple links to it
But I do oh so love indulging secrets about my life here on my little Billy Bob, so seven things about me that you may not know
1. I'm being tested for cancer, but Im not stressed or fussed about it, I very very much doubt I have it, and even if I do, I know I will live. I will fight, and I will continue to live life to the fullest each day.
2. I like the old school My little Pony, my favourite one was Fizzy Pop
3. I'm a geek, duh. I'm addicted to Role plays, text based ones. If possible I will sit up all night and RP away with wonderous tantalizing tales. A future blog post about this awaits. You. Have. Been. Warned.
4. I have an ocarina, I play the Ocarina, if you don't know what it is go look it up, then go play Zelda.
5. I love working with clay
6. I can't eat fish
7. I'm watching the movie 'Baby Mama' right now
Once again, thanks Lauren, much love for you <3 see so much love you got a greater than three!
Why?
Cause I got given another award! Another Awesome Blogger Award, SEE
It's like the awesome blogger award, but more cooler cause I got awarded it TWICE. That's right, twice to yo face!This was awarded by a very random Lauren over at The Lauren Daily Experiment (Go there its good ya?) It has to be good because it involves Mr Tumnus.
Now with these awards comes rules, send out to seven people list seven blogs yadda yadda yadda... But I already did that here So rather than do it again I'm just going to say that I already did it and by no means am I going to send multiple links to it
But I do oh so love indulging secrets about my life here on my little Billy Bob, so seven things about me that you may not know
1. I'm being tested for cancer, but Im not stressed or fussed about it, I very very much doubt I have it, and even if I do, I know I will live. I will fight, and I will continue to live life to the fullest each day.
2. I like the old school My little Pony, my favourite one was Fizzy Pop
3. I'm a geek, duh. I'm addicted to Role plays, text based ones. If possible I will sit up all night and RP away with wonderous tantalizing tales. A future blog post about this awaits. You. Have. Been. Warned.
4. I have an ocarina, I play the Ocarina, if you don't know what it is go look it up, then go play Zelda.
5. I love working with clay
6. I can't eat fish
7. I'm watching the movie 'Baby Mama' right now
Once again, thanks Lauren, much love for you <3 see so much love you got a greater than three!
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
The past, Worms
Now I sometimes find it hard to blog about something interesting that happens to me everyday, since we all know I have little to no life, I'm very surprised I get as many blog entries as I do and even more suprised that I get readers, especially ones that leave such fantabulous (I have a lisp, imagine me saying that for reals yo! Soon my pretties I will be!) comments. Really I love them all, and I read all your blogs in return, although sometimes, and by sometimes I mean practically all the time don't get the chance to comment on them. I do read them all though! Really truly do!
Anyway, I was sitting here contemplating what to write about, then I decided I would talk about my childhood. I may have mentioned this before but I can't remember, its too hot to think.
When I was a kid, I had walkie talkies, I mean, who didn't have those things as a kid? They may have only been able to pick up signals from about 100 meters away but in a child's eyes, that was a strange magic, all of its own. Everything was magic to me.
Now one day, I decided to shove the antenna of my walkie talkie into the ground, to this day I do not know why I did it, perhaps I thought there was an underground society or I was just being little ol' 8 year old me.
To my suprise, I found out that even though it was in the groumd, I got strange mumbled voices, what could these voices be? Perhaps a phone call? Or a tv signal?
Oh no, no, no, no, no....
It was worms. That's right. WORMS I was convinced that the voices I heard were worms, not just any worms but evil worms. Plotting to take over the world. When my mum asked me why I thought this, I shouted back at her, brandishing a tiny fist as I shouted "They are slimy!"
Great logic isn't it?
If it's slimy its going to take over the world, also, the darn things don't die when you cut them in half and they eat rocks.
PS
I just found $2 in my bra.
I have a magic bra~
Anyway, I was sitting here contemplating what to write about, then I decided I would talk about my childhood. I may have mentioned this before but I can't remember, its too hot to think.
When I was a kid, I had walkie talkies, I mean, who didn't have those things as a kid? They may have only been able to pick up signals from about 100 meters away but in a child's eyes, that was a strange magic, all of its own. Everything was magic to me.
Now one day, I decided to shove the antenna of my walkie talkie into the ground, to this day I do not know why I did it, perhaps I thought there was an underground society or I was just being little ol' 8 year old me.
To my suprise, I found out that even though it was in the groumd, I got strange mumbled voices, what could these voices be? Perhaps a phone call? Or a tv signal?
Oh no, no, no, no, no....
It was worms. That's right. WORMS I was convinced that the voices I heard were worms, not just any worms but evil worms. Plotting to take over the world. When my mum asked me why I thought this, I shouted back at her, brandishing a tiny fist as I shouted "They are slimy!"
Great logic isn't it?
If it's slimy its going to take over the world, also, the darn things don't die when you cut them in half and they eat rocks.
See you can learn stuff here at Rambles, and don't say you already knew that stuff, because if you do I'll cry.
Talking about this also reminds me of the game, Worms Armageddon, the game where you led tiny worms with high pitched voices to their deaths, some as suicide bombers, some drowned, some sat meekly in the corner, completely forgotten about till a mine goes off. Gods I loved that game.
Talking about this also reminds me of the game, Worms Armageddon, the game where you led tiny worms with high pitched voices to their deaths, some as suicide bombers, some drowned, some sat meekly in the corner, completely forgotten about till a mine goes off. Gods I loved that game.
PS
I just found $2 in my bra.
I have a magic bra~
Thursday, November 5, 2009
The life of a gamer
We are the few, the proud, the geeky.
Huddled in the corners of our dark, dank rooms, with sullen faces illuminated by the soft eerie glow of various computer screens. There is a strange odour in the air, a mixture of body oudor, spilled soft drink, cheesy chips and of course the dusty/musky smell of the whirring fans, spinning continously to keep our little mechanical boxes at a safe or near safe temperature.
The sound of clicks and clacks fill the room, as fingers mercelissly swipe across the keyboard, and the mouse jolts with a mere flick of the wrist. Perhaps an ogre is being slaughtered by a holy knight. Or a dark elf has just cast a might ice spell that has obliterated her foes. There is little to no banter, as concentration is soley on the mission at hand. Cities crumble and fall, armies rise to fight, only to die by the hands of their very creators.
The gamers.
There is a scream, a shout of protest as one of the gamers throws his hands up in protest, eyebrows furrowed in frustration. He fidgets in his chair and cracks his fingers, leaning forward so that his forehead was mere inches away from the screen, for the next battle, would need the utmost concentration.
A slight scoff comes from the other side of the cramped room, as a voice proclaims "Ah I see what you did thar."
A slight chuckle ripples through the crowd, as the gamers hold a language all of their own, another replies. "Well you just lost 'The Game' " A wave of moans and groans ripple through the crowded room now. As they start to throw cheese doodles and skittles at the grinning lad.
A carefree life, a simple life these people lead. Despite the fact that their lives may seem dull, dreary and unsocial they have a world all of their own. Various characters that do anything they command. Guilds-team members rush to your aid the moment you may holler for help.
The natural enemy of these people,
slow internet connections, lack of sustainance, which usually consists of high sugar concentrated candy, soft drinks, sodas and chips. The lucky gamer may even have a side of McDonalds or KFC, the dreaded D/C or disconnections that happen from time to time, especially during large LANS when the wireless modems are running at double their standard speeds.
The question is, are you one of us? Or are you against us?
Huddled in the corners of our dark, dank rooms, with sullen faces illuminated by the soft eerie glow of various computer screens. There is a strange odour in the air, a mixture of body oudor, spilled soft drink, cheesy chips and of course the dusty/musky smell of the whirring fans, spinning continously to keep our little mechanical boxes at a safe or near safe temperature.
The sound of clicks and clacks fill the room, as fingers mercelissly swipe across the keyboard, and the mouse jolts with a mere flick of the wrist. Perhaps an ogre is being slaughtered by a holy knight. Or a dark elf has just cast a might ice spell that has obliterated her foes. There is little to no banter, as concentration is soley on the mission at hand. Cities crumble and fall, armies rise to fight, only to die by the hands of their very creators.
The gamers.
There is a scream, a shout of protest as one of the gamers throws his hands up in protest, eyebrows furrowed in frustration. He fidgets in his chair and cracks his fingers, leaning forward so that his forehead was mere inches away from the screen, for the next battle, would need the utmost concentration.
A slight scoff comes from the other side of the cramped room, as a voice proclaims "Ah I see what you did thar."
A slight chuckle ripples through the crowd, as the gamers hold a language all of their own, another replies. "Well you just lost 'The Game' " A wave of moans and groans ripple through the crowded room now. As they start to throw cheese doodles and skittles at the grinning lad.
A carefree life, a simple life these people lead. Despite the fact that their lives may seem dull, dreary and unsocial they have a world all of their own. Various characters that do anything they command. Guilds-team members rush to your aid the moment you may holler for help.
The natural enemy of these people,
slow internet connections, lack of sustainance, which usually consists of high sugar concentrated candy, soft drinks, sodas and chips. The lucky gamer may even have a side of McDonalds or KFC, the dreaded D/C or disconnections that happen from time to time, especially during large LANS when the wireless modems are running at double their standard speeds.
The question is, are you one of us? Or are you against us?
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Pidgeons
Today, as I was collecting the post for my work, I walked past a group of pidgeons, now these pidgeons were happily pecking away at some bread crumbs outside of the bakery. Just mindin' their own pidgeony business.
Too bad they were in the way, I tried to step over them and make noises to get them to move, but the darn things didn't budge. They were either too stubborn, too lazy or just plain hungry. So here I am balancing newspapers and letters in one hand and milk in the other trying to slowly edge my way around the little flying critters, cause even though they're annoying little buggers I didn't want to hurt them.
Too bad I'm not as gracefull as I like to think, I ended up stepping on the tail of one of them,I freaked and jumped off immediately yelling "Oh no! I'm sorry!"
People who passed me by gave me weird looks, here is this girl, balancing various items on her shoulders screaming apologies at pidgeons. So, I'm not suprised, I ignored the passerbys and just HAD to make sure the pidgeon was ok.
It was fine, it looks as though it didn't even realize I stepped on it, so I gave a small sigh and made my journey back to work.
However...behind me I hear a slight "coo....coo..."
I ignore it and hasten my pace, the noise gets louder, "COO...COO!" I turn around and there are about four pidgeons following me, I wave my hand, dropping the newspaper as I said once again, "I'm sorry I didn't mean to step on you, I have no food!"
I honestly don't think Pidgeons can understand us, and if they can the bastards are playing dumb, for the pidgeons jumped on my newspaper, so I slowly tried to slide it out from underneath them, all the while getting gawked at by people who just so happen to pass me by and catch sight of my unusual daily antics. I managed to retrieve the paper and get back to work.
Now I am sitting here, typing this, and I swear I can still hear the faint, distant 'cooing' of the pidgeons.
On a completely different note I'm gonna try real hard like to make one post everyday, or have at least 30 posts for November.
I decided to set myself three little Blogger goals to accomplish by the end of this month
1-get 15-20 Followers on my blog
2- make a post a day
3- Slightly change the scheme of it to make it more bright and colourful
Do any of you have any little Blogger goals?
Monday, October 26, 2009
Time
Time;
So few people acknowledge its true meaning.
Grasp small moments before they pass you by.
Turn and see the world in a new light.
A new view.
A new vision.
Life.
Purity.
Where has the purity gone?
Sapped into a void,
people, accepting that which is brought towards them.
Accepting their fate.
Not breaking free from the chains that bind them.
Puppets that walk with blind eyes
.Feel with numb fingers.
Smell with a blocked nose.
Taste bland blends.
Why?
If they chose to broke free, to walk their own path.
People would see the light,
Tear away from the strings of fate.
Open your eyes to a bright tomorrow
touch, feel the warmth of life
take a deep breath of fresh air, pure and untainted
Taste the fruits of the earths harvest.
Before it is too late.
Live
Life
Hope
Love
Friday, October 23, 2009
Rambles of young hearts
I sit here at my desk, struggling to find actual work to do, today is a quiet day for Real Estae, at least for this little cozy company anyway. The odd call that has come through has either been a wrong number, or has been easily dealt with. Speaking of numbers, I need one more follower to have an almighty ten, yay me!
So, as per usual my mind begins to wander. I love my job I really do, the people here are great, and its a very relaxed and comfortable environment, how many people can say that their boss cooks barbecues for the staff?
But, at the same time, I guess I kinda hate it, not because of the work, frankly I like keeping myself occupied. I just feel a little restrained sometimes, I used to always imagine myself never being tied down by a job, always traveling, always moving, breezing through life like the wind that echoes through my soul.
But, at the same time, I guess I kinda hate it, not because of the work, frankly I like keeping myself occupied. I just feel a little restrained sometimes, I used to always imagine myself never being tied down by a job, always traveling, always moving, breezing through life like the wind that echoes through my soul.
I have always wanted to be two things when I was a young child, a famous adventurer and a writer, I still write, I love writing and it is one of my passions. I want to publish a novel one day, and am working on quite a few stories. I also look at the world from different points of views, outside the box so to speak.
Even now, people always tell me that I have the mind of a child, I look up at the clouds, and wonder if they really are made of cotton candy, I skip down the street humming songs to myself and I jump in puddles on a rainy day, without a care in the world.
I'd happily smile and greet anyone who crossed my path, I play in the dirt and make mud pies, I wish on stars and believe in magic, especially in a young girls heart.
The world was such a mystery to me when I was younger, everything was magicall and mystifying. I have always been scared that that amazing awe, that wonderous feeling would disappear over time, but it still hasn't. Those moments may not come as often, and that magic may just be a little harder to find, but all I have to do is lift up that rock and look under it.
There is a whole world out there, full of magic, whimsy and wonder, but people forget that.
I'd happily smile and greet anyone who crossed my path, I play in the dirt and make mud pies, I wish on stars and believe in magic, especially in a young girls heart.
The world was such a mystery to me when I was younger, everything was magicall and mystifying. I have always been scared that that amazing awe, that wonderous feeling would disappear over time, but it still hasn't. Those moments may not come as often, and that magic may just be a little harder to find, but all I have to do is lift up that rock and look under it.
There is a whole world out there, full of magic, whimsy and wonder, but people forget that.
Why can't we press our ears against a tree and listen to its whispers?
Why can't we look for fairy's in a fairy ring of mushrooms and toadstools?
Why can't we hide under the covers at night to keep us safe from any sort of harm?
I still do all those things from time to time, as we grow older, people tend to concentrate on other things, work, money, homes, family, the future...but they really need to focus on the here and now. We need to open our eyes and see what is in front of us.
Look out your window and watch the leaves rustle in the wind, it might be fairies playing hide and seek. Or the clouds slowly drift by as though pulled by an almighty dragon. Sing a song to yourself without worrying about what others think.
Look out your window and watch the leaves rustle in the wind, it might be fairies playing hide and seek. Or the clouds slowly drift by as though pulled by an almighty dragon. Sing a song to yourself without worrying about what others think.
I for one will continue to do the things I have always done as a child, I will still believe that worms talk, I will still dance around barefoot in the garden waiting for the faires to whisk me away to their world. I will still look for mermaids and dragons, and I will still wish on the first star I see tonight.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Take care of your Billy Bob.
This shall only be a short post, to prove to you all that I am not dead, that and I do not like leaving a blog unupdated for too long, the Blog, or Billy-Bob as I have now decided to call it needs to know that he is loved, like all living things your very own Billy-Bob must be well looked after and maintained.
So I Have decided to create the 'how to look after a Billy-Bob' guide, for all you bloggers out there, then perhaps one day your Billy Bob will grow up to be big and strong.
Step 1, you have just recently aqquired your Billy-Bob, you're excited and want to feed him posts, but be careful now, you don't want to feed him too many at once, I've seen cases where some people feed him 10 posts in a day, and that's a little too much, we don't want our Billy-Bob to be fat. That, and Billy-Bob also absorbs all the information we give him, so if we give him too much, he just might turn out to be a cocky teenager come his later years in life, and who wants an angsty Billy Bob storming around the place smashing plates?
Step 2 While you shouldn't feed you Billy-Bob too much, you also can't underfeed him Billy-Bob is a fairly low matainence pet at times, sometimes he will demand a post a day, other times he is quite satisfied with two maybe three a week. It all reflects on you, after all, your Billy-Bob will end up inheriting all your traits. HOW AMAZING IS THAT!
Step 3 Ok, you have had your Billy-Bob for a while now, so of course you want to show him off to your friends and family, nay, the entirety of the world! That's fine, Billy-Bob's LOOOVE attention, the more you give them the happier the little critters are. Although before you do show him off to the world make sure you give him a bath, perhaps prune him of some useless clutter, another thing I find, is that some people's Billy-Bob's are filled with a lot of nice little glittery shiny baubles and bingdatts, but too many of them can be a little overwhelming, remember you want people to admire Billy-Bob for who Billy-Bob is, not what Billy-Bob wears!
Step 4 Keep Billy Bob free of any viruses and ill-will, we want our Billy-Bob's to be clean healthy and shiny with a soft coat.
~
So there you have it, follow those 4 Basic steps and Billy-Bob will be as happy as a fat kid with cake. And like all girls, I could sure go for some of that cake, and would probably tear it away from his stubby little fingers and eat it all to myself.
Because that's the way I roll Baby~
So I Have decided to create the 'how to look after a Billy-Bob' guide, for all you bloggers out there, then perhaps one day your Billy Bob will grow up to be big and strong.
Step 1, you have just recently aqquired your Billy-Bob, you're excited and want to feed him posts, but be careful now, you don't want to feed him too many at once, I've seen cases where some people feed him 10 posts in a day, and that's a little too much, we don't want our Billy-Bob to be fat. That, and Billy-Bob also absorbs all the information we give him, so if we give him too much, he just might turn out to be a cocky teenager come his later years in life, and who wants an angsty Billy Bob storming around the place smashing plates?
Step 2 While you shouldn't feed you Billy-Bob too much, you also can't underfeed him Billy-Bob is a fairly low matainence pet at times, sometimes he will demand a post a day, other times he is quite satisfied with two maybe three a week. It all reflects on you, after all, your Billy-Bob will end up inheriting all your traits. HOW AMAZING IS THAT!
Step 3 Ok, you have had your Billy-Bob for a while now, so of course you want to show him off to your friends and family, nay, the entirety of the world! That's fine, Billy-Bob's LOOOVE attention, the more you give them the happier the little critters are. Although before you do show him off to the world make sure you give him a bath, perhaps prune him of some useless clutter, another thing I find, is that some people's Billy-Bob's are filled with a lot of nice little glittery shiny baubles and bingdatts, but too many of them can be a little overwhelming, remember you want people to admire Billy-Bob for who Billy-Bob is, not what Billy-Bob wears!
Step 4 Keep Billy Bob free of any viruses and ill-will, we want our Billy-Bob's to be clean healthy and shiny with a soft coat.
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So there you have it, follow those 4 Basic steps and Billy-Bob will be as happy as a fat kid with cake. And like all girls, I could sure go for some of that cake, and would probably tear it away from his stubby little fingers and eat it all to myself.
Because that's the way I roll Baby~
Monday, October 19, 2009
Shoulder Magnet
Have any of you ever hit a body part? It may be an arm, a leg, perhaps your head or even your Cossacks bone. It hurts, quite obviously, I mean you hit it, why wouldn’t it hurt? I wish that when we hit our limbs on various objects it would feel all warm and fuzzy like a hot cup of cocoa on a cold winter night. Heck, if that were the case I’d be banging my head against the desk right now, and knocking my ankles against the sharp corner of my beloved little work station.
Alas, that is not the case, and last week I hit my shoulder at work, I believe it may have been against a wall, or corner of the cupboard. I wasn’t looking where I was going, I believe I was eyeing off that last piece of cake that sat atop the kitchenette counter. Ah yes, I remember it like it was yesterday. It was an apple and sultana crumble, topped off with slivered almonds, I bought it in from the bakery during my lunch break for me, and the rest of the jolly ol’ crew.
It hurt, but I brushed it off, I figured, ‘eh, it’ll just bruise and heal itself up all good and proper, then I’ll be as fit as a fiddle.”
Boy was I wrong, I stopped off my dearest mother’s house on the way home, and hit that same shoulder on the screen door, smart Tiffany, real smart. As I sat down at the kitchen table my little sister came storming through with a box, which again, hit me in my already pulsating with pain shoulder.
Just a bit of bad luck, what could possibly throw itself at my poor shoulder now?
Let’s see, over the course of the weekend:
-Corner of table as I was thrown onto a bed (get your minds out the gutter people, it isn’t what ya’ll think. Besides this bed was in the lounge room, HA!)
-Fridge-Freezer
-Tree
-Pole-3-4 strangers
Now, upon reading this you may think I’m a bit of a klutz, but really I’m not, and I wasn’t day dreaming either, well, I wasn’t most of the time. See..I have this theory…
The theory that injured body parts, that bruise…that’s not there to look pretty. Oh no, no, no, no. That there, is a tiny magnet produced by the angry little men that drive around in our blood cells, this magnet attracts objects to that there bit of skin. Why? Because the purple also signifies the big car crash, or blood cell crash that was caused due to the impact of that wall, corner or pole. This massive pile up of car like blood cells causes a strange magnetic pull, because the car crash was caused by the evil spirits that reside in our bodies, these spirits are called “Bleebos”
See, told ya I’d find out what the heck a Bleebos is!
Anyway, the Bleebos are vengeful little spirits that reside in our bloodstream, they are jealous because they want to grow hair, and being spirits, they can’t really do that can they? So they take their revenge on us by making these strange bruise magnets appear on our body when we are hurt.
This is all true, because I am a whale Biologist!
I am thinking about getting a PO box, cause a few people have said they want to send me letters, which I think is awesome peanuts! But I don’t feel comfortable with giving out my address to any Billy or Nancy that asks for it, so what do ya’ll think? If I had a PO box would ya write me some tasty tasty love?
Also, has anyone else ever had Bleebos attack them?
Alas, that is not the case, and last week I hit my shoulder at work, I believe it may have been against a wall, or corner of the cupboard. I wasn’t looking where I was going, I believe I was eyeing off that last piece of cake that sat atop the kitchenette counter. Ah yes, I remember it like it was yesterday. It was an apple and sultana crumble, topped off with slivered almonds, I bought it in from the bakery during my lunch break for me, and the rest of the jolly ol’ crew.
It hurt, but I brushed it off, I figured, ‘eh, it’ll just bruise and heal itself up all good and proper, then I’ll be as fit as a fiddle.”
Boy was I wrong, I stopped off my dearest mother’s house on the way home, and hit that same shoulder on the screen door, smart Tiffany, real smart. As I sat down at the kitchen table my little sister came storming through with a box, which again, hit me in my already pulsating with pain shoulder.
Just a bit of bad luck, what could possibly throw itself at my poor shoulder now?
Let’s see, over the course of the weekend:
-Corner of table as I was thrown onto a bed (get your minds out the gutter people, it isn’t what ya’ll think. Besides this bed was in the lounge room, HA!)
-Fridge-Freezer
-Tree
-Pole-3-4 strangers
Now, upon reading this you may think I’m a bit of a klutz, but really I’m not, and I wasn’t day dreaming either, well, I wasn’t most of the time. See..I have this theory…
The theory that injured body parts, that bruise…that’s not there to look pretty. Oh no, no, no, no. That there, is a tiny magnet produced by the angry little men that drive around in our blood cells, this magnet attracts objects to that there bit of skin. Why? Because the purple also signifies the big car crash, or blood cell crash that was caused due to the impact of that wall, corner or pole. This massive pile up of car like blood cells causes a strange magnetic pull, because the car crash was caused by the evil spirits that reside in our bodies, these spirits are called “Bleebos”
See, told ya I’d find out what the heck a Bleebos is!
Anyway, the Bleebos are vengeful little spirits that reside in our bloodstream, they are jealous because they want to grow hair, and being spirits, they can’t really do that can they? So they take their revenge on us by making these strange bruise magnets appear on our body when we are hurt.
This is all true, because I am a whale Biologist!
I am thinking about getting a PO box, cause a few people have said they want to send me letters, which I think is awesome peanuts! But I don’t feel comfortable with giving out my address to any Billy or Nancy that asks for it, so what do ya’ll think? If I had a PO box would ya write me some tasty tasty love?
Also, has anyone else ever had Bleebos attack them?
Monday, October 5, 2009
What's This?
What's this?
You've clicked on your beloved Pimpin Times Blog, only to find, that there was no pimpin times, instead you were greeted with a white sheet, a blank slate. A mindless empty drone which lacked any individuality.
Why the name change? Because Pimpin Times was only picked because at the time it was the only thing that had come to mind, now a name change such as this can normally make or break a blog, but I figure I would do it now rather than later, since I got virtually no followers, and not that many readers.
Don't get me wrong I love all the readers and comments I get on this Shandy Dandy little piece of me that I crammed into the computer's hard drive.
Oh yeah, I turned Gladys (The name of my laptop) on~!
I would like to thank myself, for taking a picture of my legs, and making the image in the banner. Tiffany, thank you for your hard work, your not so creative brain and your failure to complete the simplest of tasks which resulted in the header image you see now.
I would also like to thank my Good ol' friend Sam, for sitting there in front of the computer with me, trying to figure out the code of the lost ones. To my Fiance' Brandon, who provided hours of entertainment as he tortured Sammy with various imagery that is far too graphic to remain G, or even M rated. I'm gonna thank Luke too, and his new obession Ola Svensson
After all the thanks, I would like to welcome you to the new and improved
Rambles 'N' Shambles!
Formally known as Pimpin' Times.
You've clicked on your beloved Pimpin Times Blog, only to find, that there was no pimpin times, instead you were greeted with a white sheet, a blank slate. A mindless empty drone which lacked any individuality.
Why the name change? Because Pimpin Times was only picked because at the time it was the only thing that had come to mind, now a name change such as this can normally make or break a blog, but I figure I would do it now rather than later, since I got virtually no followers, and not that many readers.
Don't get me wrong I love all the readers and comments I get on this Shandy Dandy little piece of me that I crammed into the computer's hard drive.
Oh yeah, I turned Gladys (The name of my laptop) on~!
I would like to thank myself, for taking a picture of my legs, and making the image in the banner. Tiffany, thank you for your hard work, your not so creative brain and your failure to complete the simplest of tasks which resulted in the header image you see now.
I would also like to thank my Good ol' friend Sam, for sitting there in front of the computer with me, trying to figure out the code of the lost ones. To my Fiance' Brandon, who provided hours of entertainment as he tortured Sammy with various imagery that is far too graphic to remain G, or even M rated. I'm gonna thank Luke too, and his new obession Ola Svensson
After all the thanks, I would like to welcome you to the new and improved
Rambles 'N' Shambles!
Formally known as Pimpin' Times.
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