Uh... Woody, were you refering to me or...?
Okay. That's Saturday done, effectively. It's like 9:16pm and I am far from sleepy, so... on with my latest post of whimsical nonscence... (sp?) or as I like to call it, ****.
Listening to: Rob Thomas 'Lonely No More' (F#*king love this song!! To quote my Lord *s******* "It Bumps.")
Thinking about: How much I love this song. And how ironic I have a thing for guys named Rob all of a sudden. And why I'm avoiding finishing my Hallmark fanfic. And that Milo smells yummy. And... I rekon I could write an entire journal entry on my thoughts alone (which, technically, I kinda do anyway, so, I guess it makes this entire sentence redundant! Huh! Now you kknow what goes on inside my purty (sp deliberate, say it with a southern drawl for full effect) lil head. Sacry, innit? *frowns wryly*
Windows open: WMP9, Bearshare, LPF, Word.
Wearing: Baggy jeans, baggy black and grey hoody, socks, obligatory underwear, stud in lip and nose, 4 earings, watch on wrong wrist, and bracelets. That's pretty conclusive actually. Feels like I just filled out a questionaire for the government, minus the usual question about what I've eaten and the last time I went to the potty. That's enough toilet humour. Think I overdid my quota last night. Leave the rest of the **** to... uh...
Okay. So, I haven't really done much today either. Actually, I did more today than I did yesterday, but when I look back at it I'm still amazed that I haven't slipped into a comatose state as yet, living my life in the fast lane as I do, hehehe. I helped JammerG do some sketches for her Mental Health posters thingy, but seeing as how I haven't cared to draw in like 6 months, what I did do today doesn't appeal to me. I've lost my creative edge... I'm losing myself. It's a depressing slide... if I could be moved enough beyond the complacent state of perpetual apathy my "happy pills" have me on, that is, of course. *sigh* Oh well, as long as it goes well for JammerG that's all that really counts. I reckon I could well write my LP fics all day everyday and probably keep going until either they (Linkin Park collectively) or I (being the idiot penning this diatribe) no longer exist. That's either sad or happy, depends on how you look at it I guess. Everything's a question of perception, (the age old glass-is-half-empty/full analogy, for example) that all depends on whether or not you actually look and see. You'd be amazed how much I in particular don't see in the course of a day. JammerG pulls me up quite frequently (or did) on seeing things... I guess in order for you to understand this conversation you need to understand what we do to prove our little theory. It's highly sexist, but fair turn-around for the modern woman I say.
She and I have a rating system, from 1-10, when we're anywhere and a cute guy passes. We raise fingers or call out what we personally rate him as. So far (in the queer old city of Woombaville where mostly everyone I know is gay or at least, will be) the highest we've ever seen is 8. I'm wondering what a 10 will hold that will so grad our attentions, make our jaws drop and bark like rabid dogs foaming at the mouth for in sheer appreciation...? Hmmm *frowns thoughtfully*
Anyway. Quite often Jammer's playing our rating game when I'm off in LaLaLand (I'm the official Governor and I don't even have an Austrian accent, go figure) and she has to pull me up and go, "Did you see him?" and subsequently gives me her rating, which to my dismay has usually been around 7 or 8 (which around here is remarkable. My neighbour, who's colourful nickname I've bestowed upon him I can't repeat it's that vulgar (not really) rates a minus 2-5. Depends on when he's revving his *** damned car.
Jammer and I just had a deep and meaningful about how she rates her favs out of LP, Mike and Joe. Think she said Mike's 7, Joe's 8, but I may have that wrong. Don't quote me. I said, "even Rob's not a 10" cause let's face it, I'm a true pessimist and there is no such thing as perfection, but he's at least 8, 8.5, pushing 9 on a good day. 9 with his shirt off. Hehehe. The more clothes he takes off the highre the number, that's what I say. Sounds terribly sexist, and you're probably right. I'm not ashamed to say so. Sue me if you feel so inclined, but be forwarned, there's a lineup. So to the back of the que and wait your turn. *s******s sarcastically* Droll, Rav, reeeally, droll, even for you. Uh hu. Anyway... what else?
This afternoon I laid about upside down on a shopping trolley in my front yard and made pictures out of the clouds while Jammer tried to read. That was fun. So was the rush of blood to the head when I sat up repeatedly. And so much cheaper than developing an expensive drug addiction! I have the solution, see?!? I also wrote about a page on my fic. That's about it. Watched TV. Ate. Jammer's a great cook. I swear, if she were a guy, and there was some kind of physical chemistry between us, and she looked like Rob Bourdon, or was even just American, I'd marry her. Hehehe. Like that's ever gonna happen! *rolls eyes again then wonders if it's just a nervous tick* Seriously, we're so opposite it makes me chuckle like a crazy person. Kind of apt, really. Hmm. Ecept, I don't have that piece of paper to prove it yet so... need to work on that I guess.
Kittens still good, cats still good. I am wondering what to do with myself, but then again, don't feel too inclined to strain myself tonight, at least intellectually (Shouldn't be hard, should it?) *again with the eye rolling* May end post here as I am distracted by too many things (uh hu) and have waffled on enough. I have nothing exciting to say, not like most other journals (see Twi's latest entry?!? I almost cried laffin! And sooo long! Yay Twi! Tryin' to outdo me in the waffling department, huh? Hmmm. *pulls serious Rob face, then get's a smack in the mouth for her troubles by the aggitated drummer* We'll just have to see about that)
Okay
*hugs* to all/****, anyone reading this far. You need more than a hug, man, have a chockie bickie, on the house! Love you. No seriously.
Well, Church of Bourdon is up and running. It's not official but it's there none the less. If you think he's *** you're in the right place, everyone else, just keep walkin, buddy (just joking. Rob can't be ***. I am. *s******s* Takes out a pen and adds 'Narcissistic Deity Complex' to list of Issues yet to be dealt with. My shrink's gonna be busy soon.) Too bad I don't have any recent pix I'd add them here to my post, I need the... uh, mental stimulation, yeah. Hehehe. Oops. Nearly fell out. *blush*
Well, thanks for stoppin by. Y'all come back now (if you can stomach it) and I (can't) promise I'll have interesting stuff (that I'll make up if I have to) in my next entry. Much love to everyone, cuz I'm feeling happy right now and wanna spread the love. I can also hear the kittens meowing and that's so darn cute I think I need a tissue. *s******s at self* Look after yourselves and take care and... um... yeah, it's all good!
-Rav
giggle meter---> 17
