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.
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:
dead forest decor
fear of “head falling off”
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.