this is far from sulking
howdy.
i realize the extreme neglect, my dearest reader. but i also realize that your vistiations are few and far between. so a nice note upon your arrival would help motivate me to write more. you know, like one of those things you sign when you go to a funeral or something--- a guest book-like thing. you can say "hey" or "your fly is open and i like it" or whatever you like. it helps me think that my notions are not fruitless and all is not lost.
now to the nitty gritty.
ohh the lab. ohh, the grandeur... and all my asian groupies with their broken english and their attempts at making a joke. yes, i have mastered the courtesy laugh. it's nearly real. try one on me and i'll laugh til i cry. no knee-slapping is guarenteed, though. it really isn't my style-- self mutilation over a quick one-liner or a butt end. nope i like to work those muscles within. i like adding a few years to my life while
possibly quickening my henoria (sp.) operation. when i laugh, i whip lash. ohhh, and have i mentioned the recent giggle. it's a dandy. a year or so ago, it came on-- this giggle. i think i was giddy, of course; perhaps i was slap happy. lack of sleep, lack of coherency, completely wide-eyed and sober. i was myself essentially and then it came to me, almost like an unsuspecting case of hiccups. and they haven't left since. i like my giggles. i used to be a tad self-conscience. but i think they have the makings of something cute and girly and therefore innocent. i strive to be all of the above without losing myself.
i realize the extreme neglect, my dearest reader. but i also realize that your vistiations are few and far between. so a nice note upon your arrival would help motivate me to write more. you know, like one of those things you sign when you go to a funeral or something--- a guest book-like thing. you can say "hey" or "your fly is open and i like it" or whatever you like. it helps me think that my notions are not fruitless and all is not lost.
now to the nitty gritty.
ohh the lab. ohh, the grandeur... and all my asian groupies with their broken english and their attempts at making a joke. yes, i have mastered the courtesy laugh. it's nearly real. try one on me and i'll laugh til i cry. no knee-slapping is guarenteed, though. it really isn't my style-- self mutilation over a quick one-liner or a butt end. nope i like to work those muscles within. i like adding a few years to my life while
possibly quickening my henoria (sp.) operation. when i laugh, i whip lash. ohhh, and have i mentioned the recent giggle. it's a dandy. a year or so ago, it came on-- this giggle. i think i was giddy, of course; perhaps i was slap happy. lack of sleep, lack of coherency, completely wide-eyed and sober. i was myself essentially and then it came to me, almost like an unsuspecting case of hiccups. and they haven't left since. i like my giggles. i used to be a tad self-conscience. but i think they have the makings of something cute and girly and therefore innocent. i strive to be all of the above without losing myself.