Well it's that time again..not THAT time but time..you know what I mean.
Journey to the Center of Marie's Brain
October 22, 1999
I know you're thinking, 'oh spiffy, Marie kept her word.' and I did. Feeling special my loyal (2 or 3) readers? Well good!I'm glad. Well let's see the word of the week is "balk" and the definition as the Meriam-Webster dictionary states:1 archaic : to pass over or by
,2 : to check or stop by or as if by an obstacle : BLOCK. I think I'll leave Jess to figure out the word of the week. I'll approve them though, of course!
Why is it that one has to have money to make money? Money is evil yes, but definately a necessary evil. But why is it that way? Just a theory: maybe the J.R.P.S. conspiracy is forcing this..Yeah..those sheep look harmless enough but that's their cover. It's always the ones people least expect.you just might think I need a scapegoat..but why?("No one ever suspects the butterfly") Thus no one would suspect the cute and cuddly bunnies or a certain evil fish..It watched me sleep the entire time I was taking care of it. Yeah fishie, I'm on to you..aiding the J.R.P.S. will only lead to your doom!
Well art class has been hell. That pompous meanie and annoying groupie lover girl are always at it..however they both weren't in class today..Gee...I'm not implying anything(*wink*wink*),maybe, just maybe, they were both sick...No need for salt until Monday!
Yes, I'm losing my material. But don't give me your pity..
No purchase necessary scams annoy me..and that well is self explanatory...which leads back to..Money is evil!
I'm so depressed...ok maybe not..I think I'm just bored at the moment..so depression can't get to me right now..And oh my god I've got a Cyndi Lauper song in my head..it's so 80's-ish..Someone shoot me.
The mystery of the twinkie filling..what exactly is it? It's definately not cream.They spell it "creme" yet it's suspicous..I'm afraid to eat it just too dangerous..
Well the entire purpose of the driver's ed place was to further my education on driving a car.Not scaring the entire will to drive from me. Not only has it done that, I'm now afraid to get into a car at all. Brains all over the road of one of the movies, "Red Asphalt". I wasn't squeamish at all,I'm seen more graphic zombie movies, but the idea that I could have my brains shoved inside some oversized duffel bag just killed my will to drive or ride in the front passenger seat of a normal car with a normal driver.
I need to stop ranting.I should go to bed and whatnot. Too many things to do tomorrow.So I leave you all with some really plain rants page. I hope you enjoyed it, tune in next week as I try to go back in more detail..