Intentions

Has anyone ever asked your intentions? I bet it's quite harrowing. What are your intentions with that gun you're holding, what are your intentions with that board you have that has a plane ticket stapled to it (imagine the possibilities of that!), what is your intention for that invention that rhymes to keep attention. Convention. Abstention.


I ask myself quite often what my intentions are. I count it an important aspect of life. I, of course, because I'm talking to me, add in a description of thought to my intentions. My intention is to kill the flies, and my thinking/reason for doing this is to accomplish world peace. (Flies are the sole cause of evil in this world, you know.)

I especially ask myself my intentions when I do something I don't count entirely wholesome. And it gets to the point where I have to stop asking myself my intentions and focus more on the thought behind it. This amounts to 50% more resources for the thought process.

But thought is weak. Thoughts change and morph and you sometimes have to rely on decisions you've made; or, at least rely on these decisions for buoys of current intent; because thought is weak, and thought changes, and thought reliant upon emotion is crippled thought.


Then, what is fear-driven thought if not emotion-reliant thought? What of setting your mind against something, fear of betrayal/betraying being the cause? Can this truly be considered a legitimate thought buoy?

And what about the case where, to deal with betrayal, or the near dodging of catastrophic loss or mental damage, you create a thought buoy as a scapegoat against a bystander? What if that bystander was in fact innocent, but banished for the underlying, unrelated reasons mentioned above?


But what if you were right all along, and the bystander isn't as innocent as it seems? And now we're back to square one.

"Give your wife a kiss for me!"

Ever realize something? Such as the meaning of the word 'sweet' (which evaded me for 19 years), or the meaning of the word 'excavation'? Ever created an alternate way of applying the word 'excavation'? For example, "We're going to excavate your entire fleet," and they're like, "Well there are a lot of walking dead bodies in this city, want us to knock them down?" and you're like "Actually not really lol hahah whew" then they say "Back off then lol weirdo ina box"


Anyways, I was listening to Christmas music. Nothing gets you in the Christmas spirit faster than listening to the same 15 songs for 30 days straight beginning the day after Thanksgiving...not like there is a need for new Christmas music, if all of you artists are wondering. Nope, we have about 10 classics (half are weird and one is ) and 5 hangers-on and that'll do for the entirety of the world's supply of Christmas music. We're sittin' pretty in a PRIDE, as they say, so don't apply any creativity to creating more songs. Jerks.

Anyway, the song Holly Jolly Christmas was on. Something hit me about the lyrics:

Say hello to friends you know
and everyone you meet

Oh, the mistletoe hung where you can see
Somebody waits for you, kiss her once for me

It's been said that you'll sing something you'd never, in a right mind, say. Ever noticed that last line?

Last I checked (which was never, bear with me), it wasn't cool for you to ask someone to kiss their significant other for you. In fact, I think that's quite creepy. Don't think so? Fine. Go to your boss and say, "Hey, could you give your wife a kiss for me tonight?" and see what happens. A sudden increase in creepiness is what will happen.


Or...something else might happen. Like, the phrase "No way, that's creepy! Eww!" and then a sudden increase in creepiness. When you make your boss use the words "No way" and "Eww!" in the same phrase, you know you've said something creepy. Yet, the lack of the word "fired" implies that it wasn't psychotically creepy.

I think the line between creepy, really creepy, psychotically creepy, and rose trimmer creepy is fine. Actually there are three lines. They're all pretty fine. And creepy. Especially those rose trimmers. Horrible, wretched, evil people, who do horrible, evil, wretched things. They deserve death and death finds them in disparaging ways. The *...oh, I won't describe it. That's not kempt.


Where was I going?

I forget. Point is, the guy who wrote this song: creepy. But not psychotically creepy. Just really creepy.

He's the kind who would pull a gun on you, but not the kind who would use it, in other words.


*-extinguish the candle just after they realize it's burning

"Yeah, that's rich!"

Ever wrote something and you looked back over it and you were like, rofldolf+tax+omg+gg+LOL+csl+liek+nowai+iroatthat?

It happens quite often with blogs. Oh my goodness oh my goodness oh my goodness.


I find that often the most cliched phrases don't have meaning until you realize what they mean. (Doesn't that make sense?)

I now know what the term "That's rich" means. Get the wine, boys and girls, that's just rich. I amaze myself, I amaze myself, I really do, I really do. Imaginary Book Club #1#1#1#1. Woop woop. Point for Kev.



Tune in next week when I read Proverbs 16:18. Same Kev time, same FGGJP channel! Woop woop.

Poll Please Empty Canal

Could everyone who's anyone who's alive please vote in the poll? Yeah? Thanks.

The question is, Which sounds better/is grammatically superior?:

A: a canal (which, despite being empty, served as a symbolic moat.)
B: a canal (which served as a symbolic moat, despite being empty.)
C: a canal (despite being empty, it served as a symbolic moat.)

I know it's partly dependent upon context, but why would I care to include that kind of information? I mean, I posted this in like ten minutes, I don't have time for making it sensible.

I'm Less of a Jerk Than I Was

For my notes, I just finished a Monster energy drink. It was horrible. It tasted like...like...flat Mountain Dew with some really gross tasting solution mixed in. Weed killer or, something.


So you know how when you save files such as Word or WordPad or OpenOffice files and they save to My Documents? Well, I'm currently working my way through all of the files I've saved there. There aren't many of them, surprisingly. My guess is that I'll have to do a search for text documents and see what I can see because I obviously have some stashed somewhere.

I digress- my point is, I'm rolfing (sic) left and right at the stuff I used to write. Mean, mean, mean stuff. One example was a shopping list I authored. I dunno what happened, but I guess my parents at some point in time got the wrong kind of macaroni noodles, so I wrote "MACARONI NOODLES. ELBOW. MACARONI. ELBOW. ABOVE YOUR FOREARM."

Hilarious, but cruel. Hey, look, here is the description of me a year and a half ago!


Rom 1:30 KJV Backbiters, haters of God, despiteful, proud, boasters, inventors of evil things, disobedient to parents,
Rom 1:31 KJV Without understanding, covenantbreakers, without natural affection, implacable, unmerciful:
Rom 1:32 KJV Who knowing the judgment of God, that they which commit such things are worthy of death, not only do the same, but have pleasure in them that do them.


And I'll say the same thing about myself a year from now...I hate being young.