je taime.
its the only word i know for certain in french. and for some reason i have been compulsed to write it everywhere. in my notebooks, on diaryland, on picnic tables. everywhere. i wish i knew how to finish the sentence. not just in french. in any language.
je taime. i love.
but what? but who?
i like saying that i feel compulsed to do things. it removes all responsibility from me as the decision maker. that way, if i do something embarrassing, like say, i dont know, write love letters to the leader of the chinese embassy, i can say that its not my fault. i was just compulsed to do it.
i need to travel. i need to move. past my passive aggressive living onto a more adventurous path. i just dont know where to go. i just dont know how to go about it. i wish i knew more people in strange cities. i wish all of those people had open couches and endless patience.
for work, i write this weekly survey. i call it the ten-minute survey, because it is supposed to provide something to do while one is on their ten-minute break.
this survey is insanely popular. its mostly filled with random questions like "who would win in a fist fight between Screech Powers and Steve Urkel?" or "what is your favorite breakfast food?"
but this week i am stumped. complete survey block.
another reason why there should be guest writers here. free me up some wit for other avenues.
i really do want other people to write on here. even i get tired of me. and plus, it gives you a chance to write something completly different than what you normally do.
if you are serious you can be funny.
if you are funny you can still be funny.
or serious, whatever.
this would also be a plug for you to advertise your blog. maybe there is someone out there who is thinking "gee, i read papotheclown and thats it. if only there were someone else, some other blog, then my life would have meaning"
someone might think that. you cant prove that they dont.
i just noticed that the really old man sitting next to me and i are sitting in the exact same way. both with are legs crossed all the way over like a girls and our backs curved with our head leaning on wrists. i was also recently told that i run like an old man. i seriously think that i will dye my hair grey soon. then i will convince everyone and get discounts at the movies and various buffets.
i wanted to have a thought that ended my entry. the last one didnt ring of finale. so here goes. the backstreet boys are releasing a new album. that just changed your life, didnt it?
1:40 p.m. - 2005-05-27
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