Frankenbird

Hola mon amies!

Whats that? Didn't understand that insanely intelligent combination of two languages?

Yeah.. I didn't think so.

So. How's life my friends? Good. Wonderful. Very wonderful indeed.

Indeed is a funny word. Not that the actual word itself is funny, it isn't, but the context in which it's used usually leads to some sort of mild chuckle. Maybe it's just me, but "indeed" always makes me smile. I suppose the context in which it's used isn't exactly the main issue, i guess it really is the word itself. Indeed. i feel like I should be wearing a top hat and have a monocle and handlebar mustache. It's an old-timey word. It's classy.

It is the perfect thing to say when you agree with a previous statement, but you don't know how to reply, but you still want to, to show that you agree.

For example:

"Hippopotamus's are underrated."

"Indeed"

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See? It's beautiful, right?

Yeah, I know. And you probably do too. So, why are we still dwelling on this? Well you might not be, but I know I sure am, which means that you are as well, because you are reading this and processing the meaning of these words, thus, whatever is read on here, is what you are thinking about at this very moment. Unless, of course, you are mindlessly reading this and not thinking about it all, in which case i can get away with saying just about anything, such as a fully written essay about the wonders of premature balding, or i could paste a picture of an informational pamphlet about salmon. I could do many things write now, but the point is, is that none of them would matter, because you aren't really reading this, you are mindlessly skimming this. And if you are really reading this, then congratulations for sticking with it. i know it was hard for you.

Well, it's getting late, somewhere in the world. It's funny how that works, isn't it? It is.

I'm sure you have something productive you should be doing right now, so I'll let you go so you can get back to that. If you are even really reading this. of course you are. well, not like you would even be able to reply if you weren't... Ha.

Until next time, my deranged stalker cats, until next time.

Plum Tree, Plum Tree

Happy Birthday to you.

Happy Birthday to you.

Happy Birthday dear... Jessica?

Happy Birthday to you!

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Huh, oh.

Excuse me, Happy Birthday, Natasha!

Thank you Kristen Wiig. For that wonderfully awkward scene from The Brothers Solomon. Which nobody but me likes, by the way. The nerve of some people.

But that last bit reminds me just how funny awkward humor can be.

Don't know what awkward humor is? You must be an idiot. Or maybe you just don't understand the complicated world of awesomeness.

Well, a prime example of awkward humor is basically anything from The Office, which reminds me... Why are awkward times so funny hen you watch them on T.V., but not so funny when you are living them. Nobody ever just bursts out laughing at a completely deadpan awkward moment, and i think they should. Thats part of the fun of everything. Or maybe I've eaten one too many soap boxes and need to reconsider my dwindling sanity.

Wow, this topic seems to serious to belong on here, my lovely collection of soulful selections.

So on with more crazy and less normality. I don't think that is necessarily called normality, but i think you catch my drift, if ya know what i'm saying. hell, I don't know what i'm saying, and if you do.. then you must be a SPY.

Called it, totally called it.

Fish sticks, you ever noticed how nobody eats fish stick anymore?

When did fish sticks stop being the big thing?

Fish stick night was the best night ever as I can remember. It was pretty damn awesome.

Well, this is going nowhere, so it may be best to leave you here and now.I wish you best of luck in the harsh, cold world out there. You can do it, kiddo, i know you can.

(On a somewhat related note: I hate the word kiddo, it is so annoying.

Well why did you use it then, Mrs. Hypocrite?

I DON"T KNOW, ok?

All I know is that I have some serious bad connections with that word. one may or may not be an old hippy with white hair, who tried to give up starbucks. She lasted one day, then yelled at me. Until another hippy type came in and took over for her, yelling at me. All i was doing was looking at a freakin dog. Damn hippies and their short tempers. Go back to the weed.

Oh, whats that?

You don't smoke?

Yeah, then dont come here dressed like that with a Jimmi Hendrix rasta cloth, play rasta music, complain about society and act stoned. You upper class washed out hippy wannabe. I can see right through you. Well, not literally, but if i had a mystical X-Ray machine, i could. So, in theory: I can see right through you, KIDDO.

[that was for spite])

Till next time, my obsessive lovers, till next time.