I'm so disturbing
I found this disturbing entry in a long forgotten diary dated 25 Nov 2005
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THINGS I'M GLAD I'M NOT
1. Obese (yet)
2. Stupid (yet)
3. Dying of AIDS / cancer / knife stab
4. Married with children (yet)
5. Drug addict
6. Politician
7. [Ex-boss's name]
8. A used tampon
THINGS I WANT TO BE
1. Skinny
2. Marathon runner
3. Rich* powerful Engineer or writer
4. Cool
5. Calm
6. Collected
*Rich with a footnote that said "enough to take guitar lessons, travel, have a HUGE LIBRARY, and buy a MINI COOPER"
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
THINGS I'M GLAD I'M NOT
1. Obese (yet)
2. Stupid (yet)
3. Dying of AIDS / cancer / knife stab
4. Married with children (yet)
5. Drug addict
6. Politician
7. [Ex-boss's name]
8. A used tampon
THINGS I WANT TO BE
1. Skinny
2. Marathon runner
3. Rich* powerful Engineer or writer
4. Cool
5. Calm
6. Collected
*Rich with a footnote that said "enough to take guitar lessons, travel, have a HUGE LIBRARY, and buy a MINI COOPER"
14 Comments:
and you're disturbed because?
i think the used tampon thing kind of threw me off.
Dude no one knows your history like I do and I can state without doubt that the tampon problem was inspired by Prince Charles who once said he wanted to be Camilla P.B.'s tampon.
BFF-power!!! Yeaaaahhhh!
Woah, having a BFF is like having another brain, who remembers shit when your brains don't. Like when you were drunk, or just plain knocked out. Your brain stops recorded but the BFF's just keep going on.
WOAH!
LOL!!! You totally read my mind!!! How'd you do that!
How she did that? It's pretty simple
in engineering terms, it's like having a separate cache that picks up whatever the main cache chucks out and labels as a less frequently used piece of information.
That will in effect, pick up all the shit that you that you don't want to remember and use it to haunt you when you least expect of it.
sorry for the nerdy comment, just thought it might be easier for you to understand it :P
I'm a cache???????
well, that's how BFF works, from my understanding of the description.
in engineering terms. yes. u're a cache.
well, fuck.
WOIH... don't say fuck to my cousin brother!! I'm going to... going to... ok, jukebox you have to take her down.
you are a cache. a cliched cache. live witit
cache is good. me wanna be cache too.
more posts more posts more posts.
also give me my birthday presents.
just to clarify that my 'fuck' was meant in the sweetest, most innocent way, as in terms of endearment, possibly affection, towards one's friends.
Notice that the word was neither followed by a 'you', or 'off', or even, 'me' - the last probably being closest to my intended tone.
So please take this fuck as something closer to.. let's say...'shiver-me-timbers!' or 'you-don't-say'... or. etc.
Anyway, I am just a foul-mouthed little artist who has spent too much time with white people.
Sorrys for any offenses taken.
i'm just commenting again so that total no. of comments is 14, and not the unlucky 13
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