November 09, 2004

I Has "Come In" for a Bit of Criticism It Would Seem, Aye

This is not an uncommon thing. Y'see, if you appear to have any kind of opinions, or if you're extroverted in any way, "people" imagine that they can criticise you freely and you and you won't feel it, because you've obviously got skin thicker than your da's pointy-toe leather boots from 1967. DING.

Well, all I can say is: OWIE.

The criticism is this:

"Apparently", I have used too many CAPITAL LETTERS and too much "nonsense talk" in my recent journal entries.

I am currently nursing my new emotional wounds with a small glass of lukewarm milk and fifteen minutes on the internet before I go to college. I have composed an email outlining my distress to my psychologist and she'll be designing a program of treatment starting tonight. If I don't deal with this now, I could face a lifetime greviously scarred by these spite-filled words.

I would never EVER EVER criticise any aspect K's pile of shite journal, honestly.

Nah, I'm kidding. : ) He's right; I have been abusing my journal wielding power. It's quite modernist though, isn't it... all the nonsense talk helps me to relieve stress from my course. What stress?!? you Arts-haters are shouting. I, however, have no need to dignify your rude question with a response, bastards.

JK -JK!!!!!!!!!111112loll

We've started shouting "JK!" at each other in the house these days. It's usually followed by a few "OMG!"s or "ROFL BTW!"s. Amazingly, it never stops being funny.

Well, not to me.

I hate to bore you with my musical tastes as journal writers are wont to do, so I won't. I shall make you a recommendation though: Treasure, by the Cocteau Twins...a recent discovery from Adrian's record collection. THANKS AIDO. I'm saying his name because he hasn't discovered the internet yet...he's a composer or something. Also, when you're movie-going, see Saved and Inside I'm Dancing, rollicking comedies about Christian fundamentalism and sexually promiscuous cripples. (Might I add here that I wouldn't have been exempt from fancying the pants off the sexy quadriplegic in the latter movie.) I'm not being ironic - they're both hilarious. Besides, I don't understand irony because I'm a Christian fundamentalist.

Posted by neuro-praxis on November 9, 2004 10:01 AM, in the category Rhythm Worries