The subtitle for this post is: jus cuz i can.
Do you mindt? I'm tra-tra-tra-trying to write a post here, a nice lwittle post for my website. Scooch over. I want my seat back, dude.
Who's your dudette? she's dranking a vaniller milkshake that looks like something that I may or may not want to order sometime in the very very near future.
The otha nite I was thanking about how funnie it would be if i wrote a little sumthin sumthin that showed off a side of me that nevva evva would exist in a million yearrrrs. This is a syde of me that has no idea how to spell capitalize edit or punctuate especially punctuate.
Firstly Some of my friends back in high school ya'll, would right like this and think that they would still get a passin' grade. I rememba thanking to myself that i would nevva want to de-grade myself like that.
Errors in documents, really really i'm talking really bother, me. I dont know how people dont know how to write a sentance. Or maybe they do but they chooze to be careless jus cuz they can *haha that kinda matches my subtitle*.
My sister is one of those ppl who abbrevs. evrythng. Thnks tht syllbls r stpd. (Translation: Thanks that syllablez are stoopid!@
Well one day I keep talin her that one day you know that one day she, will ahve a run-on sentence like this one that just keeps runnin' and runnin' and runnin' on and on and on and hey! Hey u! I would jjust like to say that if yoo are still listenin you diserve a gold star. Holy skamoly. I didn't thank you could make it this far and bear with me here, bear as in perhaps a black bear and maybe just maybee a polar bear.
summetimes when people right they also, loose focus on what they are writiing about. Sumtimes they will be talking about one thing like perhaps cimmamin or something and then all of a suddenly theyll start talking about a four-leave clover that they found in thier backyard. Goodness gracious those peeps gots to hire some: editors.
does It bother you when sme writhers use biggerthanbig words like the SuperCaliFragileIstic one? Maybe some of those writers want you to thank that back in high school and colooge they got all A's and zero Bs and C's and Ds and of course no big Fs nor\or small fs.
Part of beign a good writer is editing yr work and doing yr very best to write complete sentences. I was teached that people like to reed complete sentences and that those complete sentences maket hem feel really complete. Hence the therefore reason people love to read does that make sense!
1 of my favorite thangs to do in my spare tire is to make up words. Lyke one tyme I made up a word that was called tortoisal, that means [having to do with a tortoise]. A tortoise is a type of turtle maybee but i don't know much more than that because i am really verry very lazy sometimes and dont like to do a lot of resarch.
this brings Me to my next ponit. Sometimes or well maybe I should say a lot a lot a lot of times many people and by people i think I mean writers dont like to do resarch. they just want to type away on their little schmittle keyboards and keep typing away while drinking hot chocolate with lids that say [caution: the bevrage you are about to drank is verrrry hot].
Now here comes my next topic of dicussion: plagirism, adn I never remem. how to spell that word so plz forgive me plz and thank u. Anywoo, plagirism is a big crime and if you do it you can be kicked out of school or kicked out of your work place and any-one who commits plagirism in my book = this is not a pun = should be fired 4eva.
the moral, of this story then is to not plagirism. and to remember to try to become a good writer because it is important to be able to communcate clearlee and effectly as one of my favorite teachers once said once upon a time.
Thee end. Happilee ever after hooray*
I am not his fellow shark, no, only a little fish with a scratching problem. Since I don't sink often, when others like him surround the table upon which Milton could've studied acceleration, I disappear into the coral-colored room, crack open a beer, and watch the games continue. When I spot those hard-to-miss, whiskey-smelling sharks with tough attitudes, I tell them to sink their teeth in, to go see what they can do. I don't know much about the game, it's true, but what I do know is this: when my favorite shark's triangular-shaped heart breaks, stars and solids rapidly separate.
8/08/12: The day I purchased my first car. Here's a photo of me geeking out on this day last year:
8/08/13: Approximately 16,500 miles later and my Pontiac Vibe and I are doing well:
So, hey, if you see me Vibin', you know what to do:
Dan Oatman and Kate Rhodes performed at this year's Flood City Music Festival (http://www.floodcitymusic.com/). Named after the nine pin-playing Dutch men briefly noted in the short story "Rip Van Winkle" by Washington Irving, The Crew of the Half Moon's music transports you in much the same way that Rip Van Winkle himself was transported--to another time, to a place in life that somehow seems as comforting as it is uncomfortable. Give a listen to these three songs and you'll see what I mean:
If you like what you hear and wish to purchase The Crew of the Half Moon's CD, "Automythography," follow this link (the entire CD is STELLAR!):
Hey there, firework,
fireworking your way
through the dark alleyways
of the night sky, where
stars gallop around the
moon, where wishes that
I made in fifth grade found
its way near you upon the
string of a balloon. Oh, if only
that moon could keep your blazing
shhhhhsecrets, share the coloring-book
colors of your wavy hair, make me
feel as alive as the pops and crackles
and the intensity of his craned neck and stare.
The kitchen looks so good with you in it. How about we take turns
washing our hair in the sink. How about we participate in the nearest
flea market this weekend and not sell a thing. Look at you, baby,
trying to keep what kind of car you'll drive in seven years a secret from me.
Maybe we should just make up already, sit in front of my computer and click
this link so we can listen to the funky-cool so-fars of 2013: http://www.glidemagazine.com/38067/glides-best-albums-of-2013-so-far/
Fiction, poetry, and all that good stuff . . .