the pissant rantings of an over-active mind: April 2008

Apr 27, 2008

Absurdity

Before I start dragging you on into what is going to be an oblivion of inconsistencies, I'd like to warn you, i haven't blogged in awhile and this entry may sound like awfully off. I can't specifically explain why because I can't for reasons aplenty. It's like each time I want to, my mind just blanks. It's like someone kidnapped my muse and used her for their own good. Either that or someone killed her with a very dull and blunt breadstick and now she's in a coma. Come to think of it, who would want to use her. I imagine her to be a hard-headed bitch who flips everything and everyone at any given moment. It's my muse. You should understand that coming from her.

Anyways, what was I going to blog about. Oh, absurdities. It's totally absurd when you turn on the radio to your favourite english station and finds out that the deejay can't pronounce "winner" properly without it sounding like a slang referring to the penis.

"Tonight, we have to lucky wwiiieeennerrrss~~~"

And in that manner. She really, really, REALLY emphasized on that word over and over again. Well, good for those two guys, their wieners are getting lucky tonight. The other wieners are going to be sooo~~~ jealous when they find out.

Here's another thing, why do people put porn in handheld devices. I mean, ok, its perfectly normal to watch porn. But why watch it through your iPods and phones? If for example you have an iPod with a 14" screen that would be to say it loosely satisfying but watching it through something that is just as big as the size of your hand can be somewhat tedious don't you think? It's not like you need it in case of any emergency.

"Dude, fire!! Gotta watch some porn man!"

Besides, that's like that song from Alanis. "I got one hand on my iPod and the other is ...."

Well, you get the picture. What? Want me to draw one for ya?

And the biggest thing that I find most absurd of all is the fact that I have absolutely no idea what to blog about. Seriously, Muse, if you can hear me. Come back. People need us. They really do. Sheena needs to pee. Bella needs to rip me to shreds on how much my fingers can typo, Daus needs a sex transplant ("Im not a boy, not yet a woman" issues) and well the others who have time to come to this dusty, old blog needs to do something that I can't actually think of right now.

SO why not you come back? Pleaaasssseeeee~~~ I'll get you that Nirvana t-shirt that you always wanted. No, wait!! That's my wish list. Dammit..

I got to go. I'll leave this blog knowing that some people will have peace of bladder after reading this.

WAWAWAWAWAWAWAWAWAWAWAWAWWAWA

p.s. check my blog bella. I'm sure there's something wrong with it somewhere.