Random Thoughts...
Why did my apple cost a dollar while a candy bar was only .50¢?
I love facial expressions. They make me so happy. Even if they aren’t. Everyone always wants to know what others are like on the inside, and they can if they stop to express themselves and just pay attention to the signs.
The motel near my home is renting rooms by the hour, clearly the recession is not in a recession…
How can I take anyone serious who looks like a Dr.Suess character… or people that rhyme their insults?
Why does sitting under a light make me so happy?
Why does it make me angry to see an obese girl with a tiny little purse?
I’m scared to admit that I like being scared, because if I admit to liking being scared that it may wear off its appeal and I may be scared no more orrr… I maybe have given myself a reason to be scared by admittance.
My favorite part of living is not living. It is dreaming. I love to sleep and I love to dream. I love my imagination and I grant it to run a mock all the time. I love my dreams so much I cheat on my reality. If dreams are so real and reality seems so vague, is it possible that we live in two parallel worlds?
I love meeting people and I love forcing my friendship on them. I love making people feel uncomfortable and I love unusual peculiar characters.
Arguments are so useless. They always give you the opposite results. If you are forcing something on someone else, it will only undo what you were doing. If I was forced into doing something I would make it wards-back downside up… So in terms I would make you suffer if you undid me. To make someone do something is not do it to them but do it to yourself and brag about it. The lack of it will make it want and soon others will follow and no one can resist a trend. E.I. There is not enough Jesus to go around. Sorry about your luck.
Why do girls paint on their faces beyond recognition? Might as well tattoo it on.
I love the character Edward from Edward Scissor hands. I want to live with him in his neatly maintained macabre castle.
-J
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