Selective Amnesia There was a point to this. But I forgot.

The Human Story

Orgasm. Try for one. Die trying.

A lack of interesting titles

Is a problem I’ve found recently plaguing the blogosphere.

Speaking of which, here’s a mail someone I know sent me. Reproduced with that person’s permission, of course, and unabridged, unedited. Except for the person’s identity.

>>>Was it something I said?< <<
Oh no, kiddo. It wasn’t something you said. plus i know the context in which you said that and i know it wasnt bad. plus you are much too clever with ur words. noone can and will use what you said against you…you wont let them do it.
i thought of you today when i saw my sisters girl playing. you are like her only. you use your words like she uses a cardboard box…you roleplay…your words are your fantasy castle in the air, your transmorgifie,r your starship enterprise. so, no. i didn’t take offence to what you said.

So, there you have it folks. Chandrachoodan’s words, all Freudian-ised for you.

This is not a scheduled post

A key, because it exists, must belong to someone. It exists, rather has been made to exist, for two very important purposes –

1. To open a lock. A lock has been made to exist to keep something secure. And when there is something that needs to be kept secure, it must belong to someone who cares about it


2. To do the task of an earbud when one doesn’t exist

Now, between 1) & 2) point 2) is more conclusive in proving that a key belongs to someone. For you can have something precious when no one exists. But you cannot have an ear to bud without having someone who has a ear, and someone who has authority to earbud the said ear.

Nope. I am not doped.