this is purely to update Chris’ RSS feed.

Ok this means nothing…

Not even sure it’s a word, but brings me to something I was thinking about.

This word brings me to my point because I’m pretty sure it’s not a word, and as such, shows that I am not using some sort of random word generator.

This, of course, means that all my fantastical words are coming straight from my fantastical mind.

But… this means that my words may not be entirely random, and might come from something I was thinking about earlier, or my thoughts and worries, or from what’s happening at the moment in time that I come up with them.

This worries me, and who knows, maybe chairmonster came to me cause there’s a chair beside me and I can see Godzilla on one of my shelves. This is just a guess, I don’t actually know where it came from, and the room is too dark to actually see godzilla or the chair, so I’m pretty sure it’s cause I’m just weird…

But anyway, I will try and make the words as random as I possibly can.

If I deem the word not to be random, and that it is a manifest of my thoughts or worries or fears at a certain time, I will not post it and I will choose a different word.

I will let you all ponder on this now and apologize for straying from what I said in my first post.

Anyway,

Chairmonster.

Lobotomy

I hate to stray from my original idea on only the second day but oh well.

It’s my blog, I’ll do what I want.

Today’s word is not quite random, it’s a little bit  random because it is one of many words I could have used for my rant.

Why is it that when people get drunk, they seem to lose part or nearly all of their brain, and I’m the one who has to stop them from destroying their own house, or french kissing their dog (unfortunately not even an exaggeration…..)

Today I was invited to a wee little party in my friends house, only to find that the party had started 2 hours before I had arrived and everyone was already quite hammered.

The one person who was not drunk left shortly, leaving me to pick up the pieces.

These pieces, let’s call them chunks, were all over the kitchen floor, along with some liquid that had come from the same stomach as the chunks had.

After a lot of kitchen roll and mopping (and the help of some unknowing, drunk hands), the mess was cleared up, but it was up to me to make sure noone was badly injured or breaking anything, or that the dog was not crushed or harrassed (sexually)

So I helped numerous people up and down the stairs, being as careful as I could, and only 1 picture frame was broken, but as we all know, duct tape fixes all things. I even took people to the toilet, fortunately, I didn’t have to stay in there with them, but I did once have to help my friend put on his trousers.

I am now also stook with some secrets.

I am good at keeping secrets, very good at it actually, but I’d really prefer not to.

Anyway, when people are drunk, they do stupid things….or people.

There was no “doing” at this party, thank god (my gf wasn’t there, so I was out of this scene anyway), but other stuff went on, with people that shouldn’t have been doing it.

Anyway, I now know these things, and I do not wish to know them, but that’s the way it goes, and I will have to see these people on monday in school, and I will not be happy knowing.

Anyway, enough of this, regular updates will continue from now onwards, unless something else pisses me off and I want to vent.

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Lobotomy.  and such