Tuesday, September 12, 2006
-post lj 6-Mindless Ramble of Life #3
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Tuna in a can versus tuna in a shiny metallic package? I always wonder which one is more poisonous, and which one tastes better in a tuna sandwich. It kind of like how many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop. It impossible to find out because not everyone eats tootsie pops the same. Thus not everyone eats tuna the same. But is it really safe to eat meat stuck in an aluminum can? And is fish meat? Fish should have some other type of name for their carcasses. They live in the ocean and deal with weird temperatures and pollution in their bloodstream. Hmm...I guess normal land animals do too. But fish are different. Thus they should be called like aquareat. "Would you like some Fish Aquareat?" "Fish What?" "Fish Aquareat!" "Sure why not!" Victory! So is Tuna Aquareat better in a poisonous can or bag? Does it matter? No not so much. Who cares! I'm going to go eat some Tuna Aquareat between to pieces of bread now ^_^
Utopian Pigeon
0nce up0n a time... i believed.
|Tuesday, September 12, 2006|
Sunday, September 10, 2006
-post lj 5Mindless Ramble on Life #2-
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So today my eloquently dry teacher speaks of how "Honey, the answers to life are not gonna be in a book somewhere". I was about to raise my hand and contradict her by saying that if you look hard enough into the manga world, the answers to any problem shall be found. Seriously Anything is possible in anime, and you will either learn what to do, or what to avoid at all costs. So Mrs. Rudkin, pardon my digression from the thoughts of hawthorne and the scarlet letter, but you are indeed wrong in a sense. In some manga book out there, is an answer to life. If you search hard enough, all the answers shall be found. I win! Now give me a cookie.(wow not one note on my bum! Darn XD)
Utopian Pigeon
0nce up0n a time... i believed.
|Sunday, September 10, 2006|
Thursday, September 07, 2006
-post lj 4-Random Ramble on Drivers #1
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Today an amazing midget in a red sports car, affirmed my worst fears. The world just loves to be on me bum. ;) Cheers to this amazing driver with the skill of coming right(basically an inch away) from my car, then trying to swerve around me, when there is a van in front of me(who I have progressivly gotten a bit closer[not tailing!]) and a no pass lane. What a genius! And this was on a 35mph road when I was going 40-45. Forgive me Coppers! So I ended up going a steady 38 and blocking her off for the sake of her not crashing into the hjappy van in front of me. she still stayed on me bum, watching it jiggle, admiring its five body capacity(in the trunk!!), and trying to get her head above the steering wheel to actually see the road. Alas as days go by I wonder what is so wonderful about me bum. Ah, who cares! ^_^
Utopian Pigeon
0nce up0n a time... i believed.
|Thursday, September 07, 2006|
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
-post lj 3-Rambles on Cannibals! er...#1(and hopefully only 1)
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Something that most humans should avoid is cannibals. Frankly, I'm glad they are happy eating themselves and others, but they can keep to themselves. Though I doubt Cannibalism is a big problem in the world, it struck me today that I do not want to meet a hungry cannibal in my lifetime. And its not so much the whole eating me that would be the problem. If cats attack my bum with the intent of who knows what, how will cannibals react when they see the jiggly? Thus, to literally save my ass, I from now on, refuse to meet a cannibal in person! Not that I really ever will, it just is an official declaration that is all in all....pointless! So enjoy yourself, for you never know if that butt roast on those cannibals plates, will be yours. :)
Utopian Pigeon
0nce up0n a time... i believed.
|Wednesday, September 06, 2006|
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
-lj post 2-
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How come it is so easy to find the bad things about ourselves? (*my grades,my distractionism,my complacency,my ass XD*) And how come all the skinny or normal people think they are fat, and all the obese folk believe they are skinny.[Contriversial Statement!] Perhaps it is easier to say bad then good because we feel a bit uppity and vain. Either way it is inevitable to think such things. And no matter what happens, my ass shall forever be behind me, getting attacked by cats and small animals, captured by doors, and streching jeans into submission! So as a proud, multi-strange-people, creature, I implore thee reader to enjoy your life and keep complaining. Because what would livejournal be without you!
Utopian Pigeon
0nce up0n a time... i believed.
|Tuesday, September 05, 2006|
Thursday, May 11, 2006
I don't Mind The Sun Sometimes
I don't mind the sun sometimes
Marky got with Sharon
And Sharon got Sharice
She was sharing Sharon's outlook
On the topic of disease
Mikey had a facial scar
And Bobby was a racist
They were all in love with dyin'
They were doing it in Texas
Tommy played piano
Like a kid out in the rain
Then he lost his leg in Dallas
He was dancing with a train
They were all in love with dyin'
They were drinking from a fountain
That was pouring like an avalanche
Coming down the mountain
I don't mind the sun sometimes
The images it shows
I can taste you on my lips
And smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary
And softly spoken lies
You never know just how you look
Through other people's eyes
Some will die in hot pursuit
In fiery auto crashes
Some will die in hot pursuit
While sifting through my ashes
Some will fall in love with life
And drink it from a fountain
That is pouring like an avalanche
Coming down the mountain
I don't mind the sun sometimes
The images it shows
I can taste you on my lips
And smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary
And softly spoken lies
You never know just how you look
Through other people's eyes
Another Mikey took a knife
While arguing in traffic
Flipper died a natural death
He caught a nasty virus
Then there was the ever-present
Football player rapist
They were all in love with dyin'
They were doing it in Texas
Polly caught a bullet
But it only hit his leg
Well it should have been a better shot
And got him in the head
They were all in love with dyin'
They were drinking from a fountain
That was pouring like an avalanche
Coming down the mountain
I don't mind the sun sometimes
The images it shows
I can taste you on my lips
And smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary
And softly spoken lies
You never know just how you look
Through other people's eyes
Sweet Sixteen Tommorow
0nce up0n a time... i believed.
|Thursday, May 11, 2006|
Friday, May 05, 2006
-switched lj-
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I have been an off and on Blogger.com blogger for a long while. About over a year. But I think it's time for a change. So here I am. I expect no one to actually read this so who cares. But so I don't forget my old one was jesteresstink.blogspot.com
-kicks self-
Don't you forget mofo!
Hmm...who likes exams aside from sadistic devils and masochistic idiots. No one right?
0nce up0n a time... i believed.
|Friday, May 05, 2006|