one of these days, i think ill figure it all out. you know, everything. everything thats fit to blog about and some things that really arent.
did you know, america, that in england, the word used to comment on the attractiveness of the opposite sex is 'fit'? its not hot or fine or damn look at that booty like we use, those crazy brits with their crazy accent say fit.
like wow, look at that blonde in the pink top. shes fit.
they say other crazy shit too like bird and pikey and taking a piss, which doesnt mean what you think it means.
its funny how sometimes you can hear a person talk, and talk with them and exchange words, but at the end of the conversation, you have no idea what that person just said.
some kinda crazy two way double talk.
verbage pump head fakes.
crossover spin juke sentences.
or something like that.
once you get used to the verbal gymnastics, its easy to communicate. but just like real gymnastics, or even rhythmic gymnastics, you have to work at it and practice to get any good or have any skill at all.
this post is starting to sound alot like the last one.
perhaps i have something on my mind?
there are alot of instances in life where people have the chance to be completely and totally honest with other people. and in too many of these instances, people choose not to be. for what reason, i could never know.
like yes, the only reason charlotte picked two carolina boys in the draft was to sell tickets, not because they were the best players on the board.
wow, that was the toughest thing ive ever had to say.
but anyway.
why is it that we cant tell people we love them, even when we do? what in the hell could we be so afraid of? how can we look someone in the eye and call him my friend the day after you slept with his girlfriend? how can you tell youre classmates that all your life you wanted to go to dook?
im honest with people, always. its easier cuz you dont have to remember as much. my old brain can only handle a few classes and a few women at a time. geez folks, im in my twenties, im not superman.
wait, what does that disclaimer say?
