it's half an hour past my bedtime and i only have eighteen minutes left of use left for this thing and i'm laughing at the mosquito trying to suck the juice out of the red-hot battery on my laptop.
nothing much to say except i've realize that instead of being a conversation changer when things touch on subjects i don't want to think about, i avoid the thought entirely by leaving the room. i've never fancied myself an avoider of confrontation. particularly because when i really say what i'm thinking, i tend to be in disagreement with what's being said. and i don't, how do you say, have the most tact in the world anymore. who am i kidding? i try, but tact seems to be five miles back with it's thumb out looking to go the other way.
if i'm not disagreeing with what you're saying, then i'm keeping my mouth shut because i can hear my mother telling me not to say anything if you don't have anything nice to say. alas, being mute or contradictory are not adequate anymore. tact seems to be the proper place to be.
this guy henry rollins could learn from my mom though. that guy is a seething mass of broiling bile frothing forth from the gums of a rabid mind. i'm not saying he doesn't make some sense if you can wade through the chunks of human beings flying from his bleeding heart, but come on. no need to throw up on us. i bought one of his books just to see what he's writing about and it makes me want to laugh. i'm just trying to figure out who's reading it and why. i mean, if you like it, then you probably agree and his writing is like a pep rally with the undead and metal screaming at you from the background...
ooops...the battery is going.
ciao.
nothing much to say except i've realize that instead of being a conversation changer when things touch on subjects i don't want to think about, i avoid the thought entirely by leaving the room. i've never fancied myself an avoider of confrontation. particularly because when i really say what i'm thinking, i tend to be in disagreement with what's being said. and i don't, how do you say, have the most tact in the world anymore. who am i kidding? i try, but tact seems to be five miles back with it's thumb out looking to go the other way.
if i'm not disagreeing with what you're saying, then i'm keeping my mouth shut because i can hear my mother telling me not to say anything if you don't have anything nice to say. alas, being mute or contradictory are not adequate anymore. tact seems to be the proper place to be.
this guy henry rollins could learn from my mom though. that guy is a seething mass of broiling bile frothing forth from the gums of a rabid mind. i'm not saying he doesn't make some sense if you can wade through the chunks of human beings flying from his bleeding heart, but come on. no need to throw up on us. i bought one of his books just to see what he's writing about and it makes me want to laugh. i'm just trying to figure out who's reading it and why. i mean, if you like it, then you probably agree and his writing is like a pep rally with the undead and metal screaming at you from the background...
ooops...the battery is going.
ciao.
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