Random Tidbits 'bout your life

Today, I saw a man fill a produce bag with mushrooms. I was so confused as to why he wanted so many mushrooms.

"...morning..." said the goblin ominous about the email he had received from his father saying "mum was in no distress faintly smiling but she seemed to be letting go", so the goblin had phoned back offering assistance and reassurance but between them there was only that "wait and see" and either way they both knew that the time would hang over them until the tide either turned or just engulfed, and somehow, from his sitting room window, the silent cold gray cloudy morning all seemed so appropriate to the occasion where the goblin would once more type out his feelings to a slot here, "...the pact goes "honesty, a shared life and a thick skin"..." said the muse near him now always wanting her debt paid "...goblin, you owe it and you know it..." she prompted again, "...well muse, I thought first we'll throw away the empty plastic bottles in the bottle bank, and then we could visit the bistro after that..." replied the goblin as if ducking it till later, "...whenever, you wish then goblin, I'm always waiting..." she smiled knowing that the post would all just grow inside him now, somehow the muse was mad, mercurial, deep, and very demanding, yes but she was never shallow nor cheap towards the goblin here, not like the rest of his life it seemed, she was just there and not there too


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the goblin's muse, the goblin ventured, was a daughter of a lesser god perhaps, but he loved her no less for it, if anything he loved her more for it, "...my muse is madness, her gifts are more infinite and her adventures unguessable..." explained the goblin who had seen her so often touch his sane and mundane world with her magic depth


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and with that the goblin was looking at this thread with renewed zeal, in fact he felt that he had not been to himself recently probably because he hadn't read the warning on the "dailylife" packs: "warning, dailylife and the petty schemes of the moneygod can seriously distract one from the whole picture"

the goblin doesn't have bad days "...to be able to post means that it is a good day..." said the goblin confessing that some good days were more soul-testing than others because there was little love lost between the goblin himself, "dailylife" and the moneygod, in that what the goblin wanted was an impossible freedom, while what "dailylife" wanted was all so very reasonable but all so superficial too, while what that moneygod wanted was ones continued commitment to some cheap slavery, so the goblin was just trying to square this triangle then

It's finals week. I'm so fucked.

the goblin was just thinking of how easy it was to play either the mentor or tormentor now, saying "...for me, part of my selfishness is knowing something simple in itself, that the point of ones posting is not for the sake of participation here, for simply one sells oneself cheap that way, where ones posts become like mere tags then, whereas if something is actually meant by all those tags, then surely, shouldn't they be made into actual posts instead...", so the goblin never tagged a thread with the first thing he thought of, as many did it seemed, no, simply he either posted or passed up on replying, adding "...for those who are not selfish in what they post are invisible, are they not, writing is not somewhere else now, at least, not as something tucked away in some unread blog as an excuse or justification for fobbing posts, no, simply writing is in ones posts, or writing is ones posts period...", and with that goblin knew he now had to find that matching picture, remarking "...finding the pictures is such a bane of course, but an illustrator's eye won't come without practice, and I should know, still one doesn't have to display the actual picture here, only to find it for oneself again..."

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I HAS A GYM MEMBERSHIP :D IT'S SO PRETTYYY

being anonymous the goblin wasn't sure if it was "social networking" as such, but he posted across dozens of forums daily, saying "...well, for me at least, facebook seems a writer's nightmare, something like "hi, my name is adolf, oh, and guess what, I hang out at walmats too, eat at mcdonalds where I do my internet, here's my photo, all my personal details, the films I like, my PSP3 games then, oh, and take at look at this, my heavy metal tattoo on my bum, and my signed poster of bing crosby himself, aren't I amazing, oh please do accept me as I have enough superficial paraphernalia, and whatever, for you to like me now"...", where perhaps the first thing a writer should actually be, is free from all that crap, just honest to himself each time..." simply the goblin was saying, that whenever he had grown close to someone on the internet, it had been solely on the merit of their words alone, for what else of them was really here now, they were, until they appeared in real life that is, just as anonymous as the goblin was, quite unable to prove anything then

I want to give Jan a big hug.

i'm not one for bragging, but i think it's pretty safe to say i'm one of the luckiest guys in the world.

and yeah, i DO owe YOU for it

i met two people from one of my favourite bands last night.
one of them made me a cup of tea, and the other one talked to us for at least ten minutes.
it made me respect/love them so much more.

My bottom gums feel realy weird right now.

I thought I broke my hand.
But I didn't.
So that's good.