tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37044253727353566282011-04-21T14:41:21.162-07:00edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12023959620037363942noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704425372735356628.post-32030429883697961762007-06-15T04:47:00.000-07:002007-06-15T04:52:47.415-07:00Funny how one of my favourite tracks - Say it right by Nelly Furtado - doesn't seem to inspire me to do the same. Why I can't be a professional liar a la Hollywood, I'll never know.<br /><br />Being witty can be a drag . . . when you're serious . . .no one believes you. Time to hide in shame . . . the lure for distant lands seems so strong . . fresh start and all. You never know what you got till it's gone. Nice tits (ask Justin Timberlake) bring nice words. Good one Janet Jackson . . Pity it was learnt this way.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704425372735356628-3203042988369796176?l=awittythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12023959620037363942noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704425372735356628.post-49951901678219226182007-06-15T04:30:00.000-07:002007-06-15T04:40:35.646-07:00Looking back over the week . . . maybe i'm not 'a witty' character. When one bites and gets bitten one realises that one loses all one cares about. If only the haks would listen . . if only time would turn back . . . if only hurt wasn't replacing love . . . if only . . .<br /><br />Do alcoholics, junkies and the rest of the 'rotten' apples ever recover . . . I know now first hand society rarely gives them a chance (with valid reasons, of course) irrespective of how genuine they may be. I will never succumb to society's ideals . . . one hit of coke doesn't make you a druggie even though society expects you to do it again. Society will never make a druggie.<br /><br />I only wish the haks would listen . . . but if wishes were horses . . .so far the haks doesn't see how sincere i am . . . how does one prove they are not a druggie . . .HOW?????<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704425372735356628-4995190167821922618?l=awittythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12023959620037363942noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704425372735356628.post-66916470260021706152007-01-23T01:37:00.000-08:002007-01-23T01:54:14.561-08:00The gospel according to Guinness: There's a drop of Greatness in every man. Hmmmm . . . . the gospel according to one wanna-be Genius; There's more to the 'drops of Greatness in every (potent) man. Explanation a la genius? my pleasure; small things on extension (the gutter draws closer!) lead to bigger ones and on further infliction (voila) drops of Greatness (often in the form of an outburst).<br /><br />Moral: ny maiden blog was embellished by gutter literature. Fasten your seat belts. The ride is slow. One may fall off the seat as one catches forty winks! (wink, wink x20)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704425372735356628-6691647026002170615?l=awittythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12023959620037363942noreply@blogger.com0