the weather is temperate and still I feel a hot, heated, volcanic eruption about to begin. I should be happy as today this blog is officially registered, but as usual, I am in grief's grip. It's not that I look for things to bitch and gripe about. They just sort of happen, all the time and all around. You get used to it after awhile and when you have a mind that doesn't stop like mine, you kind of expect it to happen. It isn't a negative approach to life so much as realistic one.
*cue the adult man on the stick horse with the knight's helmet in an over exaggerated and poorly delivered french accent "You evil minded simple kunigget(bad pronunciation of the word: knight...a la francais chantez en l'anglais! *compliments of Monty Python)! This place is full of idiots and ignorants and if you expect the world to be full of daisies and sunflowers and butterflies, you're mistaken. I really expect the absolute worse to happen. Don't get in a tizzy over it as I have a valid reason. If it does happen I am prepared for it and if it doesn't happen then it is a bonus. I won't go through life running around with my head shoved up my ass completely unprepared for what it will throw at me and thinking everything smells like roses...'cause it don't! It never did and it never will. So once my kind doctor, yes they do help with the ineps' mundane efforts to become something more than just sane, had established my registered status, all hell broke loose. My mind began to unravel as I watched patiently for him to set it up, and kept my hands busy as they were itching to take control of the situation if even to get it done quicker. He was more than helpful and equally patient and tried as he will could not understand why there was no way to manually put in keywords as targets for my impending audience to be guided to me. Sounds good so far...(out pops another cranial screw)but I wasn't satisfied, mobe wasn't satisfied indeed. I knew, without even putting to words out loud, that there wasn't going to be that avenue available to me despite his confident promise there would be. I went home and opened the laptop and even investigated myself, trying not to hope or wish or waste any good gray matter on foolish invention, to see if I could find a way to tag this for you all to be able to access me and my thoughts quicker.
Mind you, tags are useful in that they give someone an idea about what they are getting into without being fully invested. They're like a test drive, only now the webmaster feels necessitable to be the test driver for me and you in the stead of my own opinion on the matter and install these tags themselves based upon the content of my humor and vernacular. I don't know from this point who my audience will be or if they have a clue as to how complicated this whole ordeal is and if it really matters as much as what I have to say rarely does. I have become unglued yet again and am not even the slightest bit apologetic for it. The clouds have masked most of the sun today for me(for those that don't follow too closely: this is the equivalent of a sunny day to you), the air is cool and the music in the background is perfect and amicable. I sit in my blue dress(not the same shade as another infamous blue dress of presidential stature)with my hair in a bun and bang out another poor weather day for you all to enjoy. The nothingness I feel is the absolute in my life and I am not angry. I am not sad and I am not confused, it's just business as usual where somewhere off in the distance sits Pan and his wooden flute playing a melody of indeference and swaying his pointy ears back in forth as if in amusement at my demise. It is what it is as nothing will ever change and of that I am at least secure in the know of...~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves
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