Unconscious Mutterings
Monday, May 24, 2004 9:54This week has an aire of proud exhibitionism! Of poking your chest out and going full force! Or maybe thats just the spirit of unconscious mutterings coming out.. maybe that’s the spirit *I* am in today.
So today, lets talk about :
- Finale
- Martial arts
- Flirt
- Energy
- Flavor
- Guess?
- Accomplishment
- Prom
- Diploma
- Bloody
- Finale:: The end. Take a bow! The peak has brought us here. Make it count!
- Martial arts:: Discipline on display.
- Flirt:: I used to be a flirt. I think I sitll can be when I want to be. In fact, I would even go so far as to say I flirt a lot.. but I’m very careful to make sure that it isnt misconstrued as being founded. I’m a careful flirt. heh.
- Energy:: The stuff that the universe is made of. A level of matter that is less dense than plasma.
- Flavor:: All up in tha Koolaid - dont even know tha flava. He.. makes me thing of flavoraid.. which makesme think of those little packets of flavored citric acid that you dip a piece of candy into reptitively and lick the candy. Then, of course, when you put the candy back into the flavor stuff, your spit gets on the flavor stuff.. which by the end of the candy, makes it kinda.. gross. Gods, now that I think about it.. who the hell thought that up, anyways?
- Guess?:: What color panties I’m wearing! That’s a trick question actually. They are white with little pink kiss marks all over them.. like lipstick would do if someone wearing lipstick had covered my stuph-stuph with kisses.. only there are little pink words that say smack, smooch and kiss all over them too. There’s this one word on them though.. ’swack’. What the hell is a swack? (looking up) Oh.. sealed with a kiss.. how cute. :)
- Accomplishment:: I am an accomplished person. Maybe not int he conventional ways, but accomplished none the less. Poke my chest out with pride cuz I’ve done it.
- Prom:: I didnt go to mine. Did I miss something? Am I scarred? No.. not really. I always said.. there is no reason to spend 400.00 on a dress to go listen to music I dont like and hang out with people who dont like me.. when I can put on a pair of jeans and a shirt and go to a club for 5 bucks! :) This cutie asked me to go with him though.. Younger than me.. Gods, I dont remember his name. Drove an old but rebuilt mustang. Was a pretty nice car.. I’m not a car person though, really. God, what was his name.. Rookie. Well… not his real name but you know..
- Diploma:: I got mine in 1996. I didnt walk though. In the graduation ceremony, that is. I didnt want to walk… for the same reason I didnt want to go to prom. Why buy a cap and gown to go walk down an isle in front of tons of people I dont know or dont like? I didnt even like the school!
I went to Southaven High School on a hot summer day in cutoff shorts and a bikini top and picked up my diploma. That was right after I told Chris to fuck off. He was a LOSER. Got kicked out of the Marines for pot, I think and wouldnt get a job. He went with me to hang out with my friend D*** and ended up kickin it there for 3 days, crashing on his couch and stuff.. uninvited! I had to tell him to go away and leave my friends alone. If he couldnt get a job, that was his problem. I told him that after ripping a card from him in half. In Doug’s living room. In my bikini top and cutoffs.. with Carrie there.
Hah. To be young again.
- Bloody:: A european slang word that makes them sound ‘right bloody tough’. (Did I say that right?)





