hi
alright today i've got complain. recently mummykins has been going on and on about the way i dress and how it somewhat resembles a beggar on the street alongside chinatown. at first it was highly amusing, as with all things when it comes to me. but its starting to encroach on my nerves. i see nothing wrong with what i wear(maybe with what i say, but never what i wear) but she obviously doesn't share my opinion. her exact words were: everything you wear looks like its from the salvation army. bitchy aren't we. her constant streams of complains about my hair, which is also becoming another pain in the rectum, is not completely unfounded but, she seems to be forgetting that my genetic makeup comes partially from her. its not fair to expect my mangy hair to perform miracles when its DNA is hard coded with her screwed up ones. what happened with promoting inner beauty and a positive self image?(okay, i don't have any but that's besides the point here anyways)
Gandhi walked around in a tunic and slippers, for crying out loud(you know...that brown guy...an eye for eye makes the whole world blind dude...yup him.) i mean that guy knew simplicity when he saw it. look how content he was. why do you think that was huh? no one looks that happy unless you're getting breeze in all the right places. you don't see his scrawny frame in a suit do you?(he would slide right out but, once again: besides the point). what? i can only walk out the house like Gandhi if i have noble cause? fucking bullshit...no one can come and fucking tell me that im not dressing smart enough! my point is that i have to treasure every single moment that i don't have to wear a pencil skirt and a straight jacket shirt. i'll do that shit when the time comes. until then back off woman!
speaking of Gandhi, just wanted to tell all you ignorant little twits that Gandhi's first name was not Mahatma. it was Mohandas. you fuckers learned something didn't you? i love the way his name's spelled: the right way. "dhi" is how you spell it in the queen's English. remember that when you spell my name sad saps. moving on from my little outburst, there's a movie based on him that was released in 1983 that chronicles most of his life till the time he was assassinated. i watched it quite some time ago and personally enjoyed it and wailed when the dude died. it was taken in a very historic view. in English. quite cool i must say. snagged the Academy Award for Best Picture. another film about him that i have yet to watch but am looking forward to nonetheless is "gandhi, my father". sounds cool eh? i bet it is. seems to be taken from a fresher perspective so they don't really have to compete or live up to its previous remakes. its apparently about the relationship that his eldest son shared with his father. its in Hindhi or some shit like that. i realise a ton of political leaders have had their fair share of haters but gandhi, that guy kept his giant nose clean(except for at the end). aaah...he may have lived forever on his rabbit diet if not for that smart arse who thought it would be good idea to kill the guy before he could do any real good. honestly...something is seriously wrong with the world. mother fucker might have had quite a fair bit to discuss with Bush.
and on that note...
toodles
alright today i've got complain. recently mummykins has been going on and on about the way i dress and how it somewhat resembles a beggar on the street alongside chinatown. at first it was highly amusing, as with all things when it comes to me. but its starting to encroach on my nerves. i see nothing wrong with what i wear(maybe with what i say, but never what i wear) but she obviously doesn't share my opinion. her exact words were: everything you wear looks like its from the salvation army. bitchy aren't we. her constant streams of complains about my hair, which is also becoming another pain in the rectum, is not completely unfounded but, she seems to be forgetting that my genetic makeup comes partially from her. its not fair to expect my mangy hair to perform miracles when its DNA is hard coded with her screwed up ones. what happened with promoting inner beauty and a positive self image?(okay, i don't have any but that's besides the point here anyways)
Gandhi walked around in a tunic and slippers, for crying out loud(you know...that brown guy...an eye for eye makes the whole world blind dude...yup him.) i mean that guy knew simplicity when he saw it. look how content he was. why do you think that was huh? no one looks that happy unless you're getting breeze in all the right places. you don't see his scrawny frame in a suit do you?(he would slide right out but, once again: besides the point). what? i can only walk out the house like Gandhi if i have noble cause? fucking bullshit...no one can come and fucking tell me that im not dressing smart enough! my point is that i have to treasure every single moment that i don't have to wear a pencil skirt and a straight jacket shirt. i'll do that shit when the time comes. until then back off woman!
speaking of Gandhi, just wanted to tell all you ignorant little twits that Gandhi's first name was not Mahatma. it was Mohandas. you fuckers learned something didn't you? i love the way his name's spelled: the right way. "dhi" is how you spell it in the queen's English. remember that when you spell my name sad saps. moving on from my little outburst, there's a movie based on him that was released in 1983 that chronicles most of his life till the time he was assassinated. i watched it quite some time ago and personally enjoyed it and wailed when the dude died. it was taken in a very historic view. in English. quite cool i must say. snagged the Academy Award for Best Picture. another film about him that i have yet to watch but am looking forward to nonetheless is "gandhi, my father". sounds cool eh? i bet it is. seems to be taken from a fresher perspective so they don't really have to compete or live up to its previous remakes. its apparently about the relationship that his eldest son shared with his father. its in Hindhi or some shit like that. i realise a ton of political leaders have had their fair share of haters but gandhi, that guy kept his giant nose clean(except for at the end). aaah...he may have lived forever on his rabbit diet if not for that smart arse who thought it would be good idea to kill the guy before he could do any real good. honestly...something is seriously wrong with the world. mother fucker might have had quite a fair bit to discuss with Bush.
and on that note...
toodles
