My god you people need some sorting out. 6 comments on one entry. This is why I don't write about my love life here, cause although it seems like I am just waffling on to myself all the time, EVERYONE is reading this.
Trying to figure out how to extort money from me I guess, but who knows what other nefarous shit you people are getting up to... With your glasses all smudged, oily fingers sticking to the keyboards, making a sound like quiet velcro everytime you press a key in your perpetual one-handed tour of the net.
So, for posterity - and also because it's easier than figuring out how to get the second video card working on my computer - let's have a little walk through my last post.
Well you might want to take a look at my walk home in the dark, I kinda like that.
I walked a long way. All up the hill. But it got dark and the batteries were dying on the camera.
Domain blah, typeslowly blah. I'll find erketh when teh Fairy sends it to me. Oh, and teh Fairy is going to be writing on Spank, which is getting closer to completion at the moment. Cause Flea is cool.
Ok, now here's where people got confused. You see, when there's a blank line between sections of text, that's what's technically known as a paragraph. Now paragraphs are useful for many things, but their most important and common use is separation of thoughts or ideas. Now paragraphs were invented by Augustus Para in 1742, specifically so I wouldn't have to endure the following conversation:
I have the best boyfriend in the world.: so who's the girl in brisbane you're chasing/
I h t b b i t w.: ?
jaymis.still.kisses.with.saliva: there is no girl. what are you talking about?
I h t b b i t w.: latest post on your website you schizo
j.s.k.w.s: oh. that's nothing to do with spending time in bris.
I h t b b i t w.: ah. so there's a chick in woomba.
j.s.k.w.s: i don't specify where the chick is.
I h t b b i t w.: ok. the chick's on mars then. good for her. she'll get along well with you.
You see... When I separated the following two thoughts into paragraphs:
Going to be spending a load of time in Brisneyland over the coming holidays.
There's a girl.
This wasn't just arbitrary pressing of the enter key, it was a premeditated assault on the english language, carefully constructed and intended to convey a specific meaning, namely that:
- I am going to be spending a load of time in brisneyland over the holidays and
- There is a girl
Ok? Sorted? Great.
And now, I would be happy to present:
Jaymis going somewhere else to play computer games.
sooooooooooooooooo who is she huh?? theres a girl... shes on mars but who the hell is she and why are you talkin bout her huh? hehehe
