Why People Don't Like Me.

Sigh... people seem to just not like me. Now, I understand that some people are just jerks, and some people are challenged and frightened by my eccentricities (I don't mind that too much).

Some people I know, who I know are charming people, have many friends who they like and are liked in return, many of whom sport a happening oddness.

But why do the despise me then? well maybe despise is too strong a word. But I have noticed and definite distancing from several of these afore mentioned peoples.

And I'm sure I'm not paranoid. I know what paranoia feels like and this ain't it.

Its not like anyone read this anyway, so what does it matter?

The Badly Fitting Socks

I lost one of my socks. They were my favorite pair. I was really, very sad about it. So I had to go barefoot. And you know what? It felt great! So free and easy! When I got home and looked at the sock I still had, I realized that wasn't a very nice sock. It was too small, and was scratchy and had holes in it. So I said, "Wow, I'm pretty happy about having lost that sock, it wasn't a very good sock after all!" so now I walk in bare feet, and I think I might go down to the store and buy some new socks one of these days. This time I will get ones that fit.

Most People I Know Think That I'm...

I was attacked by a porpoise today. Not a real one, it was in my head. Or was I? I don't really remember, as I was concentrating on putting on my socks at the time. Which I didn't do by the way, as I wore my Ugg boots instead, (I don't wear socks with my Ugg boots). But more importantly, is the issue of a little tiny animal crawling around my intestine. And a somewhat larger animal licking my face and sitting on my lap purring or perhaps saying things like, "What ho! jolly good show old fellow." and hitting their ball straight through the croquet hoop with their corresponding croquet mallet.. And smoking an old fashioned pipe... I could really go for some tomato right now. Not to eat. Just to look at a bit. They are so round and shiny. So lookable. Not that I don't eat tomatoes. Very tasty vegetable... fruit? The point I'm making here is that if you look at a tomato too long you run the risk of being assaulted by an imaginary porpoise.

I wrote all that with out thinking very much because I'm bored and felt like writing something.

I, Geek.

I can take off my underwear without taking off my pants. Some would say that it is physically impossible. I SAY DIFFERENT!

it really isn't all that hard. provided you are:

1) Moderately flexible, Or

2) In possession of stretchy underwear

3) For preference, Both

basically you have to pull on leg of the underwear down through your pants/shorts/trouser legging, and pull it over your foot. now one leg is free. the you maneuver it back up the legging with out it snapping back up on its own, because THAT REALLY HURTS if you are male. then you pull the other leg of your undies off and down over your foot, simple.

Anyone can do it, its basically just an engineering trick.

And I am not a Sociopath!

Puffy Eye.

I had a crazy big pimple on my face, which is sooo big that it has made the underneath of my eye go all puffy. Yuk. Oh well!

Singing:

Puffy eyes are Yucky,

Puffy eyes are bad,

When I see my puffy eye,

I feel a little sad...

Holidays! Yay!

They Call Me Omega

There is a character in one of my stories that lives in a desert city that is inhabited by him and a million others not of his kind. During the night he sleeps and they go about their business, they trade humans for food, murder each other, glide silently in the darkness, and see no use in mirrors. But in the day, he awakes and they flee him and the sun. And he finds them and kills them. And they are afraid of him even more than they are afraid of their own dark master.

I am the answer to this evil disease,

I bring the Other Folk to their knees.

I am the slayer of the dark craft,

I am the giver of healing draught.

Beware you abominations,

For I know your habitations,

And when I find out where you lie,

I will watch as your eyes die.

I smell your scent upon the wind,

I know the ways that you have sinned,

My blue cloak I wrap about my frame

As I search for the dread unnamed.

Some say you live forever,

You sneak about at night so clever

wings of leather, sharp teeth a-bare,

Into the velvet shades you stare.

Metal mallet and holy stake,

I smile as my vengeance I undertake,

Straight through the heart, its the only way,

I am your bane, Lord of the Day.

When afraid you whisper of me,

How once, you say, you said you see,

A powerful, strange figure, blurred in the sun's heat haze

A dread warrior who forgiveness to your dark god you pray.

Beware it is I, your feared legend,

Your awful half lives are mine to end,

You devil's spawn I crush with my fist,

You have no means or ways to resist.

I am humanity! The death of the dead!

I am purity, tremble at my tread!

I am the scourge of night's children

I am the damned's final amen.

You say you live forever on the blood if my kind. I prove you wrong.