because it's me, therefore I can.
It's interesting how the consistency in the amout of shit I write actually justify my writing shit in itself. It's a self-fueling synergy of a paradox that's filled to the brim with mundane nonsense for no other reason than to entertain.
Everyone reads Jan's blog. Or so I was told by none other than xian. Not that I disagree, she is after all girly me and that has got to count for something. Being on the phone with a law student down with a back case of flu and sore throat isn't exactly something most people, not including a particular ZW or ZQ, would enjoy. Not to forgot the overload in lawyer lingo and nonsensical muses of sounds created to facilitate communication and ease of expression. Agnst can never be better discribed when told in the form of an "ARGHHH!" Now imagine all that mixed into a really holy person capable of endless non-stop preaching. You can try all you want but even with my vivid imagination, I only got it right when I experienced it.
When xian wants to whine, no one, other than probably Jesus, can stop her. In reference to a particular account of a rather explicit conversation involving panties, eye sores and touching of oneself, as detailed in the blog everyone reads, xian whines about how wrong the acount is, even when the words are literally lifted off the real conversation, because of the lack of emmotional expression. When something commonly used to express excitment being high and stuff is said in a non-chalant matter of fact tone, it conveys an entirely different meaning. Argues the hoarse girl on law lingo overload. I personally do not see what's wrong with twisting information when it's obviously for fun. With that expressed, I was told that it would've been pretty much OK if I was the one that wrote the explicit entry, simply because I write shit like that all the time.
So there you have it. I'm officially allowed to write whatever shit I want to because nobody takes any material written by me seriously. Such permission is given not by an ordinary person but one of great spiritual powers and increasingly strong teeth, renforced with lasers.
Everyone reads Jan's blog. Or so I was told by none other than xian. Not that I disagree, she is after all girly me and that has got to count for something. Being on the phone with a law student down with a back case of flu and sore throat isn't exactly something most people, not including a particular ZW or ZQ, would enjoy. Not to forgot the overload in lawyer lingo and nonsensical muses of sounds created to facilitate communication and ease of expression. Agnst can never be better discribed when told in the form of an "ARGHHH!" Now imagine all that mixed into a really holy person capable of endless non-stop preaching. You can try all you want but even with my vivid imagination, I only got it right when I experienced it.
When xian wants to whine, no one, other than probably Jesus, can stop her. In reference to a particular account of a rather explicit conversation involving panties, eye sores and touching of oneself, as detailed in the blog everyone reads, xian whines about how wrong the acount is, even when the words are literally lifted off the real conversation, because of the lack of emmotional expression. When something commonly used to express excitment being high and stuff is said in a non-chalant matter of fact tone, it conveys an entirely different meaning. Argues the hoarse girl on law lingo overload. I personally do not see what's wrong with twisting information when it's obviously for fun. With that expressed, I was told that it would've been pretty much OK if I was the one that wrote the explicit entry, simply because I write shit like that all the time.
So there you have it. I'm officially allowed to write whatever shit I want to because nobody takes any material written by me seriously. Such permission is given not by an ordinary person but one of great spiritual powers and increasingly strong teeth, renforced with lasers.
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