Saturday, September 18, 2004

Apologies to a goldfish!!

I've done something VERY VERY bad and I feel really guilty about it. So I have decided to write a sorry poem to make things better and to cheer my goldfish up.
Im sorry Sam.
Im sorry that when we had a arm wreasle,
I accerdently pulled you muscle.
Im sorry I hit you with a badminton racket,
You had a long nail and I broke it.
Come like the piss under a bridge,
Let it slip.
For the sake of our friendship,
don't let this ruin it.
Im such a bad friend I can't believe I hit my darhling Sammy with a badmington racket. I mean not even George W Mush would do that, (well maybe he would if it would start a war that could give him oil) what sort of crappy friend does that make me. Love you lots Sammie my pinky poo, fluffy bunny wunny. Call me.
BOOGIE

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Tuesday, September 14, 2004

More passing random thoughts

" Cosmo says: Boy like girls better if they have long hair ." Yeah AND you can hang yourself with it.

Why do those six formers who smoke and walk rreeeallllllyyyy slowly. Fill up the pavement so I can't pass always choose to walk in front of me on the way home. I can imagine them like :
"Hey dude lets walk in front of the blonde girl on the way home, and force her to passive smoke."
"Dude that's a great idea since I am EXTREMELY sad and have nothing better to do."

Yeah and they always talk about greenday, I swear one day I will tell them just how shit greenday are. I don't really give a damn if the lead singer is worried about whether his eyes are green or not, JUST MOVE OFF THE BLOODY PAVEMENT.


Apples are scary. Once one pooed on me. I am traumatized.

Wow I can see the bone through the sore on my foot, curious.
BOOGIE

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Sunday, September 12, 2004

Bladder problems

This blog is rather like my relationship with my bladder, I put it to one side until it all builds up and threes a warm, wet visitor at the gates.

My friend Sam who also has a blog says this on cheerleading: "Cheerleaders are often portrayed as air head bimbos who shag anyone off the 'football' team. That's wrong."- Well that's just put me off cheerleading. She seriously shouldn't say that I mean it must put off lots of people off. . . . she could at least LIE get them in the force and then not let them out.
Oh they should hire me as evil team planner.


BOOGIE
P.S I know cheerleading is a sport but its true that they never cheer at female games, only at games where the players are male. . . . also they where very very short skirts.
In retrospect I take that back because Sam has a anger management problem and all that cheerleading has made her muscly.

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Insomnia

Ok so I occasionally go mad. Esp. in the summer holidays, for example my insomnia got really bad about a month back. Then out of no where I went a bit mad on top of that. One night I couldn't sleep so I stayed up half the night writing crazed poetry. Now Im not a poetry freak I've only read peotry 3 books; which where acceptable.
However if you feel mentally unstable or are a insomniac I highly recommend it,it is a great way to pass the time.

Native Americans have names that they earn when they come of age and go out into the wilderness. Whilst in the wilderness they see a vision and whatever this vision is they are named after it. For example crazy horse would of seen a dancing horse.
My Native American name would be curtain whispers.
Its kind of self explanatory.
BOOGIE

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Sunday, September 05, 2004

Dabbling in the art of bitching. mmmm bitter.

Now I know Im that it is very unpleasant to bitch but I need to get some things of my bosom(s). As I don't want to bitch to my friends because it would put them in an uncomfortable position. So I have decided in all my wisdom to bitch on this handy blog. Even though when she works for "Cosmo" magazine and hangs round with women like her who wear pink fluffy jumpers and talk about the three food groups- black coffee, laxatives and salad or whether next month their going to be senible about their diet and go back to good old-dead-doctor Atkins, she'll proberly slate me in her candy floss pink columns, darhling.
Im in a bit of a dilemma I have broken friends with HER, who I have known for a few years. I decided that unfortunately that she was extremely vain and although very smart only saw the surface of things and couldn't look beyond that. I know some of it was because of insecurities and I know why she has these insecurities. But I didn't like the person I was around her. Plus she always took little digs at me, which made our outings together horrible and rarely fun. I felt like I couldn't be who I am around her which you shouldn't experience when with friends. But I regularly hang around with her because my friends are her friends, which means that I still have to put up with her conversations about clothes, boys, peoples clothes sizes- any one above a 8 is FAT apparently.
Well I went back to school we're talking now because I wasn't mad at her anymore. But she obviously was never taught if you don't have anything nice to say don't say it, because after a week being back at school she's already insulted me. Bitch.
Isn't it all piss under the bridge now anyway??

BOOGIE

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