Pernicious Delicious

          So a friend of mine asks me to start writing about hating cold. Cold is funny, in a way, people who hate it do so for the exact same reason that those who like it feel that way for; the need to snuggle into bed with a hot drink while the winds roar outside and all that crap. Winter is cold. Cold is dangerous to your body that's why it's less bearable and more horrible. Do not support the cold by attempting to poke fun at it. I could use a warm jacuzzi dip right now.

          There's a 60 cm high mosque, a miniature in marble, on the floor. I'll guess we'll never know the reason why its taking up space in the living room.

           Instead of writing marble in the paragraph above, I wrote garlic at first, for some reason. I was probably sleepy.
 
          I'm listening to a song about a guy who knows the weedman. Apparently that's something big. I don't know any weedmen though. Must have something to do with the fact that I don't do weed. but still, if they have songs about weedmen, why don't I know one?

          So I'm watching the King Kong remake. Good movie. Lotsof hype at Universal Studios in LA too. The King Kong vs T-Rex scene is legendary. Just like Barney Stinson, only less blond and less formally dressed.

         It's funny how today was the exact mirror image of a day that happened 9 months ago. I like mirror images, they show irony, and I lvoe a touch of irony in life, it makes everything vastly more interesting.

         How come I usually write really long paragraphs, only this time I decided to keep everything brisk and short? For some reason, short seems crisp at the moment, and I like crisp, it's usually very refreshing.

         Apparently a friend of mine thinks my aura is red coloured. Cool, right?

         How come all female-oriented ads are about moisturizers these days? What happened to good-ol'-fashioned water? Don't people drink that anymore? True moisture comes from the inside, people, and no, Gordon's Dry gin doesn't count.

          King Kong is a really sad movie. It sends its point across very well. Which is the real beast, the furry primate or the bipedal one? You be the judge.

          Peanuts are fun.

          That's it for now, But I promise I'll be back soon with a new post.

"Ey mama, I know the weedman"