Well...
Somebody BEAT ME TO IT.
Congratulations, Anonymous Genius. "7"?????
"...just as well as the 'pricey' ones"????
"easy to use AND accurate"?????
Boy! What a relief. My old brand Was always easy to use, but not very accurate....
Friday, February 19, 2010
oh. my. god.
Well...
Somebody BEAT ME TO IT.
Congratulations, Anonymous Genius. "7"?????
"...just as well as the 'pricey' ones"????
"easy to use AND accurate"?????
Boy! What a relief. My old brand Was always easy to use, but not very accurate....
Saturday, February 6, 2010
so...
what do ya do when ya got nothin ta right about? dat's right. ya write.
dat joke only works on paper.
anyway, i really don't have anything to say. except that i'm ashamed at how bad of a blogger i am. i've blogged about this before so, no need to harp. just one thing: i suck at blogging.
i wish i had better disciplinary skills. but, i don't. so, let's move on.
what's new?
i'm writing a lot. just not in my blog. obviously.
that's going well.
boy, i tell ya. i've had awkward conversations before. but, this tops em all. an awkward conversation with myself via blogging. weird how thoughts work. i'm thinking all of this right now as i type it. i type too quickly and make mistakes, and have to edit them, which disrupts the whole process, thus, in some way, defeating it altogether.
but, who's to say it's not bettering it?
we all are. to say.
okay, very funny. mutiny. i've looked it up in the dictionary. twice. it's latin.
how romantic.
oh, how nice of you to take something i said, something i wanted to share with you, just a little insight i have-and what do you do? make it into a racist joke.
it wasn't a joke.
oh, so you are racist.
no, if i was racist, i'd tell racist jokes. it wasn't a joke.
you're denying that it's a joke, but not that it's racist. so it was seriously racist. racist people tell racist jokes AND they say seriously racist things.
damned if you do damned if you don't sort of thing.
you argue just to argue. just. to argue.
no i don't.
that's it. i'm not talking anymore.
you're certainly not talking any less.
...
oh, you're serious. you think you can just stop talking. good. luck. if i had to bet, if i had to, i'd give you two minutes. yep, two. two minutes. haha, and you always say i talk too much, I TALK TOO MUCH, i talk too much? hahahahaha. that's funny. it is. that's really funny. You. saying anyone talks too much. and then you go on and on and on about how much i talk and how exactly too much is. all the while, you're talking until you're blue in the face. stop talking, stop talking, stop talking, stop talking, stop talking, stop talking, stop talking, talking stop stop stop stop talking
SHUT UP!
i bet that was the longest two minutes of your life.
dat joke only works on paper.
anyway, i really don't have anything to say. except that i'm ashamed at how bad of a blogger i am. i've blogged about this before so, no need to harp. just one thing: i suck at blogging.
i wish i had better disciplinary skills. but, i don't. so, let's move on.
what's new?
i'm writing a lot. just not in my blog. obviously.
that's going well.
boy, i tell ya. i've had awkward conversations before. but, this tops em all. an awkward conversation with myself via blogging. weird how thoughts work. i'm thinking all of this right now as i type it. i type too quickly and make mistakes, and have to edit them, which disrupts the whole process, thus, in some way, defeating it altogether.
but, who's to say it's not bettering it?
we all are. to say.
okay, very funny. mutiny. i've looked it up in the dictionary. twice. it's latin.
how romantic.
oh, how nice of you to take something i said, something i wanted to share with you, just a little insight i have-and what do you do? make it into a racist joke.
it wasn't a joke.
oh, so you are racist.
no, if i was racist, i'd tell racist jokes. it wasn't a joke.
you're denying that it's a joke, but not that it's racist. so it was seriously racist. racist people tell racist jokes AND they say seriously racist things.
damned if you do damned if you don't sort of thing.
you argue just to argue. just. to argue.
no i don't.
that's it. i'm not talking anymore.
you're certainly not talking any less.
...
oh, you're serious. you think you can just stop talking. good. luck. if i had to bet, if i had to, i'd give you two minutes. yep, two. two minutes. haha, and you always say i talk too much, I TALK TOO MUCH, i talk too much? hahahahaha. that's funny. it is. that's really funny. You. saying anyone talks too much. and then you go on and on and on about how much i talk and how exactly too much is. all the while, you're talking until you're blue in the face. stop talking, stop talking, stop talking, stop talking, stop talking, stop talking, stop talking, talking stop stop stop stop talking
SHUT UP!
i bet that was the longest two minutes of your life.
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