Sometimes I wonder why they still make regular corn flakes. Is it that somebody just forgot to put the frosting on? I cannot believe that there are actual LIVING people out there that are still THAT backward thinking. Especially in this day and age of modern technology. Tragedy, when you lose control and you got no soul. An age in which regular flakes can be magically impregnated with sugary stuff until it forms into frosted goodness. A age in which we have things like frosted wheat squares and co-co-puffs. Cheap corn flakes is not as good - trust me - there are somethings in life you have to pay full price. Corn flakes is one of them, prostitutes and monkeys are not.
It reminds me also of the money I wasted on a subway, sandwich, cookie and juice. I mean it IS a vegetable sandwich, it tastes neither good nor bad. It was as "fresh" as they said. I would describe it as being similar to picking a leaf off a cabbage (still in the ground) and eating it - it was that fresh. But I would not waste my money on that again because FRESHNESS NO FULL BELLY. Plus it did not have a "zing" to it - that "zing" you get from spicy chicken cooked to a crisp in an oil like substance. I enjoyed the cookie, although on the package it said that it might contain "NUTS" NOT LISTED IN THE INGREDIENTS. Nuts? I did not see any ingredients on the paper bag. Even worst it was copyrighted in 2005 by a company I have never heard about called "Doctor's". It is more than it seems.
I fought the war but the war won. I am hungry now, as I type this to myself in a girly voiceover. I don't want to learn to hold you, touch you, think that your mine. I need a few more lines to fill my 3 paragraph quota before I go to sleep. I would have you know that its Friday night and I won't post this until Sunday. In the hopes that hopefully something more exciting happens in the next 24 hours. I could never see tomorrow, I was never told about the sorrows. It took me close to 2 hours to write, analyze, organize while listening to the Bee Gees, George Michael and Rod Stewart. Wish that I knew what I know now when I was younger.
Gods Child commented: What I don't get is shredded wheat without frosting. Unbelievable.
The corn flakes, I get. It's pretty sweet by itself and some people(like me) drink soy milk which has added sugar. ... read 19 more
I had set out on improving my relationships with women. In the hopes that my mother would stop nagging me about it. For almost the entire year I have been in a genuinely nice guy mode. I have almost totally stopped picking up girls on the bus trying to get them to do my homework. I have returned all the calls, emails and text messages received. No more insensitive jokes about the extra weight gain over the christmas holidays. I have even given up on having a "type". As far as I see it being single, as I am, at any moment in time, rain or shine, I should be able to fall in love with any she-devil, at anytime.
I have not gone mad though, there are obvious limits to how far I will travel, HOW DEEP A THRUST MYSELF WILL or how high a mountain I will climb to later fall to my death. I may be open, but not suicidal. The difference now is that the select set of women that I consider "date-able" is much larger than what I had the year before. Like increasing the lotto numbers by one, or twenty. I haven't got much time to waste. Are you ready to jump? Just take my hand.
Every woman I've ever dated has been very different from the last. I do not have a game or process that I go through, everything is new and unique. I stumble into things like a drunk elephant or a pregnant woman. No steps or labyrinths of complicated irregular network of passages or paths in which it is difficult to find one's way. Sometimes random button pushing leads me into uncharted territory, or a bottomless aperture in which to fall. Not planning saves me time and effort. I won't know how far its going to go or when its going to end. My heart is not able to keep up this pace forever. Don't you wanna come with me? don't you wanna feel my bones on your bones? Don't you wanna feel my skin on your skin?
mad bull commented: There is bound to be bigger, better fish in a bigger pool, so thats good! Types are bad! Once the fish can nyam, nyam ee! Thats my policy. Hey, how you like your fish cooked? Roast? Fried? Steamed? Hmmm, how many ways can you cook a fish? Good luck on the hunt and no, I don't wanna do any of the things in your last two lines :) ... read 7 more
I ask you to love me but you don't wanna love me, I'm losing patience now. The cloths on one half of my bed are almost completely filed away now. The cleaning process is a slow but studious. There are some places where the road doesn't go in a circle. The rain as be sporadic as of late. Teasing me at every chance or interval. Stopping when I'm close or in traffic or too busy to realize that its raining out side our sound proof office. The blinds block out the sun of the rain in the sky. My heart don't beat the way it used to.
Island Grill has won the award for the most questions asked at the counter for a menu item. I love Island Grill. As much as I love to go to the place I cannot help but bust into a grin as the checkout person carries out an interview with me for my chicken. I have the money in hand and I just tell her the number from the menu but no matter how many times I do it I can't keep a straight face. Dirty things run through my mind as she (the attendant) firmly grips the cash register and asks me how best she may service me, right there in front of everybody. She wondered If I liked my fries bar-be-qued, natural or dipped in orange juice with pumpkin rice. She refuses to take my cash until the terms of the contract has been finalized.
As Spice mentioned lines it came to me that I hate the lines that just appear out of nowhere like magic monkeys. Your going really fast down a highway and you just see a line appear, you crash into it and die, a fiery death. Women are like highways - Highways with toll booths, speed traps and poorly maintained confusing signs that are hard to read when covered in bush and damaged by previous accidents that occur due to poor planning.
Gods Child commented: re <i>confusing signs that are hard to read when covered in bush and damaged by previous accidents that occur due to poor planning.</i>
exactly.
ps I wonder if i can html here ... read 5 more
So its autumn which means absolutely nothing but the fact that the hurricane season is over. And there are a newer set of things to look out for in this new season. It takes me a moment to adjust. Which is one of the reasons why I don't drink hard liquor, live dangerously or talk to women with ugly feet. Compare it to a fear of losing control and going off on a murderous killing spree across the island, and accepting campaign donations from unscrupulous oil companies. My bed is half covered with old clothes that I have been sorting through for the past couple weeks or a month.
I am not sure anymore, more so when I have to cut my hair late at night for fear of being stopped by armed security. Worst with the apparent upsurge of stingray attacks. God only knows what they are planning next. Rabid stingrays are taking over. I would vote for a stingray president. I haven't been near the water in months, terrorists in the air, terrorists in the water.
I have about 5 hours of stuff left to watch, read or listen to. Its one of the benefits of the new computer age in which we live. At anyone point you know-right-away, right from the start how much of your life your going to have waste away just to get a few moments of satisfaction. The resolution, knowing that your right on top of everything. Not necessarily EVERYTHING but enough so that you get the FEELING. Because the feeling is what its about. I'm working on that in my secret underground lab. Soon you'll be able to buy FEELINGS off the internet. Think about how much simpler life is going to be.
Mad Bull commented: It sorta hard to put bat to ball on this one. I think its because of the crazy labrador that you have running around the place, along with the shotta (with M16) he carries with him on a chain. What is it you guys have protecting so? Oh... is the old clothes that Henry Morgan used to wear nuh? Antique stuff, I guess... ... read 16 more
It so happens that I was chatting to this woman online. Not the usual random stranger stalker type. But this time it was a girl of a mysterious or fascinating quality, I thought, since long back. I was intrigued for reasons unknown. "Long back" is a phrase I picked up from the Indian guy at work, meaning "long time ago" or "some point in the distance past" or "I forgot, exactly when the hell that was". But anyway I came online and this woman was there. I did not say anything to her because she tends to be very unpredictable, moody and hungry at night time. Like most. Sometimes, rabid like a monkey in heat. This however must have been a full moon cause I got a vibes and started to chat her up.
I guess the event which was about to unfold was a direct result of me talking to this woman online too much. Sometimes you just know something is bad or is your Achilles' heel and she might lead you to places you do not want to go. Like an animal. Closer to God. Boiling water on a stove kinda woman, easy to get addicted to. Jackie Brown. Tempted to touch. Like a stripper. I had cats as pets when I was younger in Mandeville. Dogs didn't last very long, in open spaces.
So I just about to get into the groove of the conversation, things start to get steamy and she ask me what I'm going to do to her when I reach over her yard. Not that a could have reached but at that point I wanted to her pay her a visit, feel her from the inside. Den all of a sudden guess what di oman ask me? if when I come over her house, will I show her my pussy? I'm like uuuhhmmm....wtf? A deep psychological trauma gripped my bueatiful but delicate mind. And now we're here. Heaven Help Us All.