Friday, January 16, 2004
Life with a permanent smile on yer mush is quite liberating, one can acheive anything if they are fortunate to formulate such emotions of high euphoria.
Today my fingers were so cold they hurt. Isn't it strange how we [I say 'we' assuming that I am the same as the rest, it is a hopeful use of the word rather than an ignorant one] expect the world to know when we are in physical pain. If we are suffering from a cold for instance, every move we make is shadowed by the pain that we are constantly subjected to and it is on rare occasions that we forget about it. We [ok, I] cannot comprehend the fact that others are unaware of our pain as it is ever present for us and describe it to others in such a detailed manner that one would beleive we were the first and only sufferers of pain. Today my fingers were cold and I kept on telling people so. I even annoyed myself.
That paragraph annoyed me too.
The washing machine is whirring excitedly. I just paused contemplating my annoying words and began to hear Craig David's 'What's your flava?' with the washing machine providing the tune with the founding backing music. Such a glorious song.
I think Victoria Wood is pure class but she does blink alot.
My arm hurts. It's the same arm in which I had my third hepatitis C vaccine 5 days ago.
The washing machine is now taking off now. It's a wonder I couldn't use it to propell myself inot space. I'd be an even greater role model if I was an astronaut.
Love to the kids, Betty and the mother of all inventions.
Today my fingers were so cold they hurt. Isn't it strange how we [I say 'we' assuming that I am the same as the rest, it is a hopeful use of the word rather than an ignorant one] expect the world to know when we are in physical pain. If we are suffering from a cold for instance, every move we make is shadowed by the pain that we are constantly subjected to and it is on rare occasions that we forget about it. We [ok, I] cannot comprehend the fact that others are unaware of our pain as it is ever present for us and describe it to others in such a detailed manner that one would beleive we were the first and only sufferers of pain. Today my fingers were cold and I kept on telling people so. I even annoyed myself.
That paragraph annoyed me too.
The washing machine is whirring excitedly. I just paused contemplating my annoying words and began to hear Craig David's 'What's your flava?' with the washing machine providing the tune with the founding backing music. Such a glorious song.
I think Victoria Wood is pure class but she does blink alot.
My arm hurts. It's the same arm in which I had my third hepatitis C vaccine 5 days ago.
The washing machine is now taking off now. It's a wonder I couldn't use it to propell myself inot space. I'd be an even greater role model if I was an astronaut.
Love to the kids, Betty and the mother of all inventions.
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