I have been on the verge of going for a serious hike for three hours. But I’m failing at that part where one talks oneself into actually doing something virtuous and healthful; for while the weather isn’t exactly prohibitive, it’s being quite inhospitable.
The sky is like, glowering out there.
No worries. There’s housework I can do, or some pocket-money writing, or I could pull out a mat and do some yoga-type exercise instead.
*blinks*
Or I could blog! Yay!! Blog!!!
Ideally, when I sit down to blog, I should really have nothing much to say. At my personal communication ideal, I’m not really looking to inform or enlighten, but rather hold your focus hostage for a little while, and hog attention by any means necessary.
I feel that I’m ideally suited to this occupation. Time wasting can indeed be elevated to an art-form.
I don’t want to shine the high-beam on ‘penis’, but penis is a very funny word. It is inherently comic as are the words: pickle, retarded, snarf-blat, ass-clown and stupidhead. Some of my readers this week pieced together some arresting verbiage too.
Some of this week’s search terms:
hornygril
dead forest decor
reinhold weegee
fear of “head falling off”
mmpf
rhino wearing thong
stop self absorption
why my yogurt very sticky but not firm
“personality of oatmeal”
dental floss g strings
and finally: goats have a taste for human blood
My search terms are like, educational. I will leave you today with this timely warning.
