Tiny Little Waves

I'm just sitting around looking bemused and I can't really remember what I was supposed to be doing.
Oh yes, I am going to put my shoes in NapiSan.
They got all dirty that really weird time when we went to Cambridge and rode around in that rickety old Double Decker bus and there were those two flamboyants from Wellington who lived in a penthouse and we missed the renewing of vowels and my cousin wanted to take the miniature pony home.
Yes. So I'll do that now.
Richie Rich is on also, which I love, although I don't love Macaulay Culkin. I'm going to have to check the spelling on that one.
I have lots of Richie Rich comics which are a lot better than this film.
And the kids aren't so rough, especially Gloria.
And everyone's heaps fatter and the skirts are very short.
A couple of years ago Gerald Real-Life Gerald told my mother that this and yes and X and I are just going to go around knowing each other for ever... Isn't that funny that he would say that?
Some Facebook person has an album called LOVE 09 and I was wondering if this was some kind of festival or what and then I realised that they just love this year.
I don't know about that now.
It's just been, well, fine for me.
Not especially wonderful. But not hideously depressing.
I wonder how many words I've written in this blog so far.
I would hate to be the Keno guy. Then everytime you were lying around at home your voice would come on the television spurting numbers.
38,802 words.
God, that took a long time.
There's this woman on Oprah talking about Loving Eating and Praying which is just annoying.
I don't know if this is more annoying than Atheists proclaiming their atheism every which way.
They're all just mean in an obscenely nice way.
Byeh.
Fuck, I hate the whole you-don't-know-what-other-people-think-of-you thing. It's really, really inconvenient.
This is why everyone should just be moderately drunk all the time without any kind of alcohol.
I really don't know how anyone ever manages to get anything done in that respect.
Oh they're fucking missionaries, I hate those guys. They put too much emphasis on their whispery words.
I don't know if I'd rather have a pocket sized goddess or just a really accurate Magic-8 ball.
Any kind of way of being like Oh yeah, right, would be fine.
Yeah, I don't understand how anyone ever gets married because I certainly wouldn't want to ask anyone in case they said No. Maybe just lots of people have no inhibitions. And there's a lot of agreeable people, I suppose. I am generally quite agreeable. But not in a Haha, yeah... way.
Because it is of course very important to know what you're talking about.
Until someone starts spurting Lies like Art Has No Meaning and The H in Herb is Silent.
I hate things that are subjective.
My legs are cold.
That's stupid, not being embarrassed because opinions of other people are all you have because it's like that terrible thing about If there is a sound in the forest but there is no one to hear it then does it exist rahr rahr. It's exactly like that.
Looking like a doll would be cool.
Instead of a rather trippy person.
Not like an acid trip.
Like when Clementine falls into the foamy brine.
She's lovely.
It's funny that that's an adverb for love.
I would like to have all the people and just not have done it yet.
I don't know if I'd like to be the only person in a world of puppets.