Love you, baby
Peanut died. He was only 4 years old. I hope he’s in doggie heaven.
Archive for February, 2009
Love lost?
[...], I was thrown into the company of a most fascinating creature: a real goddess in my eyes, as long as she took no notice of me. I ‘never told my love’ vocally; still, if looks have language, the merest idiot might have guessed I was over head and ears: she understood me at last, and looked a return – the sweetest of all imaginable looks. And what did I do? I confess it with shame – shrunk icily into myself, like a snail; at every glance retired colder and farther; till finally the poor innocent was led to doubt her own senses, and, overwhelmed with confusion at her supposed mistake, persuaded her mamma to decamp. By this curious turn of disposition I have gained the reputation of deliberate heartlessness; how undeserved, I alone can appreciate.
Mister Lockwood is a moron. (Why am I reading Wuthering Heights?)
I am getting worse
I’ve been swearing quite a lot lately, and have become such a… well, not racist, but I’ve been making racist jokes.
It’s not a very appealing trait in someone like me. :\
I mean just today while Mister Coco Man and I were watching Wall-E, I looked at the conglomerate logo that dominated everything (BNL), I suddenly asked, “What does BNL stand for..? Black Nigga Love?”
Mister Coco Man laughed his head off of course, and revised it to “Big Nigga Love,” and continued on to create a scenario in which a prison inmate told another to drop his soap.
But that’s all right for him, I mean, he’s Black. But I’m just a monkey.