circus fetish, michael jackson & paid accounts
I left circusfetish today. It was boring and absolutely no circus-fetishizing was happening.
I remember when I was around 8 years old, I went to a bootleg circus with my daddy in the Philippines.
There were the dwende (Dwarves - "little people" - with body paint, dancing oddly and emitting guttural sounds in an effort to portray mystical beings of the earth.) There was a "Heathen Who Ate Live Chickens!!" (Some dirty man with long unkempt hair pretending to eat a dead chicken by getting blood everywhere and making the feathers fly around.). There was a mermaid in a shallow pond. (She wore a raggedy red wig heaped haphazardly on her head, and she looked downright miserable. People were throwing coins into the pond while she was in it, and being as the pond was not that big, the coins usually hit her.)
What horrible ways to make a living. But then again, no matter how miserable one may think one's situation is, there is always someone living a worse life. And this is why complaining sucks. Sure it feels good while you're doing it, but it's sort of like Post-It® notes. It loses its stickiness after a little while and the message you were conveying is lost in the Recycle Bin. In any case, I love to complain, as do most people. The problem is, ain't nobody want to hear them. So suck it up and do something about it. Or go write a poem.
Speaking of the circus and worse situations and childhood and the moonwalk, I spent a couple of hours yesterday afternoon on a mini Michael Jackson retrospective. I was watching his performance of Remember The Time on the Soul Train Music Award and realized just how much admiration I have for King Of Pop. His leg was broken, y'all, but as my motto declares, "The show must go on." So he straight sat in a throne in the middle of the stage and had everyone dance around him. On top of this, he was lipsynching with no microphone. !!!!!! The performance consisted of neck rolls (for which the audience went nuts over every time it occurred), arm whipping, and semi-shimmying of the torso, and the occasional leg shaking. And he got a standing ovation for this. A Standing Ovation. That's my new goal. To sit on a stage and do nothing. And get a standing ovation.
Remember when this was the dance to learn? I totally mastered it! On my own... Don't front!
I'm loving the outfit. But maybe without the black tights.
I was gifted a livejournal paid account. Thank you!!! <3 Since then, I have utilized the many joys and privileges of paid accounts.
A few of you have already heard my phone posts, of which Rocco, Experience' and Baby Bubot were so far introduced. Wait until you meet my other friends.
Check out my Christmas Tree of User Pictures!!!!!!!
If you don't get this, you weak, child.
Experienc'e & Baby Bubot
SOMEONE NEEDS TO TURN THIS INTO A COLOR BAR. STAT.
(Trademarked LJ phrase.)
In conclusion, I have created a poll. Please answer as truthfully as possible. God don't like lie.
Poll Mariah
I remember when I was around 8 years old, I went to a bootleg circus with my daddy in the Philippines.
There were the dwende (Dwarves - "little people" - with body paint, dancing oddly and emitting guttural sounds in an effort to portray mystical beings of the earth.) There was a "Heathen Who Ate Live Chickens!!" (Some dirty man with long unkempt hair pretending to eat a dead chicken by getting blood everywhere and making the feathers fly around.). There was a mermaid in a shallow pond. (She wore a raggedy red wig heaped haphazardly on her head, and she looked downright miserable. People were throwing coins into the pond while she was in it, and being as the pond was not that big, the coins usually hit her.)
What horrible ways to make a living. But then again, no matter how miserable one may think one's situation is, there is always someone living a worse life. And this is why complaining sucks. Sure it feels good while you're doing it, but it's sort of like Post-It® notes. It loses its stickiness after a little while and the message you were conveying is lost in the Recycle Bin. In any case, I love to complain, as do most people. The problem is, ain't nobody want to hear them. So suck it up and do something about it. Or go write a poem.
Speaking of the circus and worse situations and childhood and the moonwalk, I spent a couple of hours yesterday afternoon on a mini Michael Jackson retrospective. I was watching his performance of Remember The Time on the Soul Train Music Award and realized just how much admiration I have for King Of Pop. His leg was broken, y'all, but as my motto declares, "The show must go on." So he straight sat in a throne in the middle of the stage and had everyone dance around him. On top of this, he was lipsynching with no microphone. !!!!!! The performance consisted of neck rolls (for which the audience went nuts over every time it occurred), arm whipping, and semi-shimmying of the torso, and the occasional leg shaking. And he got a standing ovation for this. A Standing Ovation. That's my new goal. To sit on a stage and do nothing. And get a standing ovation.
Remember when this was the dance to learn? I totally mastered it! On my own... Don't front!
I'm loving the outfit. But maybe without the black tights.
I was gifted a livejournal paid account. Thank you!!! <3 Since then, I have utilized the many joys and privileges of paid accounts.
A few of you have already heard my phone posts, of which Rocco, Experience' and Baby Bubot were so far introduced. Wait until you meet my other friends.
Check out my Christmas Tree of User Pictures!!!!!!!
If you don't get this, you weak, child.
Experienc'e & Baby Bubot
SOMEONE NEEDS TO TURN THIS INTO A COLOR BAR. STAT.
(Trademarked LJ phrase.)
In conclusion, I have created a poll. Please answer as truthfully as possible. God don't like lie.
Poll Mariah