disgusting song choice!

I am singing along to, OUT LOAD, to some seriously peodophilic track.

* Teach you a lesson : Robin Thicke

"You were late to school
Im gna have to see you after class
youve been a bad girl
someones gna have to teach you a lesson

youve been a bad girl

someones gna have to straighten you right  out

you been a bad girl

someones gna have to teach ya...

u can call me professor but baby u broke the rules

you wont get the grade u want unless u stay sfter school

you can work it off

baby i can give u extra credit

but theres something else

girl can i frisk you, search you body u look so guilty to me
if i make you nervous its cos ur hot"


now with the repitition thus emphasis on the school analagy, i reckon the song writer has some nasty issues. infact the song starts with the 'professor' already fondling this poor girl

' you feel so good, you smell so good .you feel so warm, just like i knew you would

cant let you go....'

Further more, look how this reflects on me. this is on REPEAT!



Another song I found really engaging was one that was on 'works' playlist at Christmas time. A song that was choosen to lift the festive spirit had the following lyrics:

' ...this Christmas I want you to think of me before you bury youself alive. Dont come home this Christmas...' Rather jolly if i say so myself.

Same Difference

Once upon a time I divulged to some comrades that I was attracted to someone because :

• he has impeccable manners
• he is extremely polite (pretty similar to previous point)
• appears to be very considerate of others (again related to previous points)
• has the ability to be very captivating with his 'convo' game. That is to say whatever agenda his conversation embarks on is very illustrative of the character he is, leading on to my next point...
• kind hearted. (reiterates one, two and three)

I am a SUCKER for manners. Good manners to be explicit and leave no room for ambiguity, BAD MANNERS are social vomit.

Anyway, so comrade 'Essex' asked

• what was he wearing?
• what is his job?
• does he drive?
• what is his future goal (career wise)?

To the first que, I could only vaguely recall his attire. I didnt see the relevence. Even if the person wore a flamboyant orange recycling sac, i wouldnt be deterred if the person possessed those particular assets, I reckon such a choice would even add more stimuli to the ever entertaining show of the wordsmith. The second point I was unable to confidently describe the occupation where he currently invests his time. The third was a 'No' and the last I had a good general idea of his ambition..

Basically I am not sure what is the more absurd viewpoint. Same Difference really??!!

thoughts are FORTS...

I AM TRAPPED! I am relatively "open-minded", however rather than being a blessing, i keep pacing around my 'open plan' mind. I see all the alternatives that are open to me and I chill out in each room, absorb the ambience, reflect on the decor.... too much thought has led to nil action.

what a useless position this is to think out exactly how things will pan out, as if I have already lived the notion.

I reckon this is a disorder suffered by many, think too much, do nothing syndrome. Oh how we may mock those who go out and fail, but its definitely much more progress than hatching a plan that permanently lives in the mind and never sees light of day.

how to remedy this... think less = do more?  sounds like a reckless equation but no doubt there will be some kinda RESULT!

hardly a revelation...

silly silly day dream...

politics schmolitics.

i am percieved as quite a fruity character, and that i am, hand up i concur!!! i do harvest the insecurity that there is something 'unnattractive' about me. Not look wise, i care not for looks and remind my friends and beloved that i do not care if they resembled a potato

even if one did look like a spud, im sure they would be full of tasty goodness, warming to the heart. No what i am trying to pin with my insecure left finger something morally bad. Any way i have yet to fully identify what it is i am insecure about so i will go forth and discuss the trully frustrating nature of relationshp politics.

for the sake of annonymity i will use a heap of analogy and metaphor, and to add a bit of atmosphere i'll highlight the fact that i am listening to some Lionel Ritchie.

for what seems like absolutely forever i have been trying to make calculated moves in order to move somewhere out of this haze of uncomfortable 'like'. i really dont bode well in this sitiuation, it rarely happens, and when it does i feel like i must harvest this crop in some way. give it a lil' light, abit o' water, shelter it from natures extremeties to aid germination... so, i asked other gardeners to shed light on the situation.

there are two sides to the fence. on one hand i am told to 'do nothing you GIRL', yet on the greener pasture the farmers claim i should do a bit of digging, see how deep those roots are...

i am more than happy to put in graft, mow some lawns, whatever as i KNOW that this particular seed is such an awesome fruit, but i continue to umm and ahh about it as i dont want it to spoil and perhaps the seed should stay in its packet??? is it the wrong season?? is there ever a right season???you dig??? does any one dig...??!!

I feel like i am walking on pesky egg shells and i just wanna smash the darn things and be cool about this weight i am carrying. I BETTER BE BOLD BEFORE I GO OLD.

ive changed the music to Katie Melua, and now Cold play. AND NOW DRAKE. HYFR!! 

no VICE girl.

i am going to be blunt and make a big statement. I HAVE NO VICES. That is to say I do not indulge in drinking alcohol, consume illegal drugs, or smoke,  hey i rarely swear. Interestingly I have noted that my lack of participation in such activities makes some uncomfortable, so much so that these beings question my being. It is sometimes remarkaby difficult to fathom that i do none of these 'games' that the question "but how do you have fun?" arises.

If ones personality is measured against vices than i am super not fun. Dull as eggs. Do not invite me out!

perhaps not being involved in this cool world has manipulated my character as someone who is likened to those weirdos who hang around on the street holding make shift banners saying 'free hugs'. Hey, i like those people, not enough to hug them mind you!

My lack of vices has led me here, writing this 'blog'.

Nigel!

Voila, this fine specimen is my beloved pet Nigel. Yes he is a staffy! shock horror i must be a deviant of the knife weilding gangland sort, living in the hood and partaking in notorious underground dog fighting??!!  Alas, NOOOO. i know there is no stereotypical look of a menace however, i reckon my bright pink wellies and flask welding hand, containing no finer brew then a cuppa tea, may be perhaps indicative that i am not 'a dog fighter' nor do i have the intention to use my pet for crime or to eat children in the park.



take a look at my initimidating beast here, donning a lurid yellow 'rain coat' as he almost refuses to step out in the tumultuos rain. GRRRRR

Nigel is indeed COURAGEOUS, he will muscle his way through any long grass to find the spot he wants to mark, and he will home in on anyone exposing bare flesh to give it a lick, not in the 'lick ya lick ya down' sense (cover drive), but just because he is so darn insistent on getting to know you better that he over steps the social barrier of 'personal space'.