Sheeeit, man!... and the continuing Spears Saga
Space cakes are totally where it's at.
And now presenting, another genius blog entry (aslo known as waste of internet space as it is a waste of people's time) by yours truely:
So my new favorite two books: 1) The Art of Seduction and 2) Che Guevara (Anderson, I believe). Now, I guess I bet most of you are wondering, what is the possibility that Bwenbwen is having a little fwashback of some instance at the end of May? But if you can ignore your suspicions, you will soon realize, that The Art of Seduction has been more enlightening for me as a human being than, say, the Bible. (is the 't' capitalized, too?)
Through 400 pages of history, psychology, and age old wisdom emerges a handbook for seduction; which, I have had the pleasure of reading about 240 pages in the past 38 hours. Without giving you any further details (as they are, secrets, you know) I will share with you a few interesting anecdotes:
1) The art of seduction requires that a good seducer be some sort of superhuman, regardless of their waiste size. And the book tells step by step how to be a superhuman... basically become Casanova or Cleopatra. Ok wait - that's pretty frieghtening. Could you imagine me? or yourself? as either of those?
3) There are these side notes, that are written in purple and literally on the sides of the pages. Italics. Light purple. Need I say more?
2) However, the most interesting thing is that it teaches that to be a good seducer you must become a certifiably amoral person. It's something you gotta accept... as like, accept your inner power-hungry monstors. --- which is all in all, the awesome thing about this book! Space cakes!
So I was thinking to myself today... why did I leave that key to the lock of my bike on the fucking lock! And then it hit me!
Hit me baby one more time: I feel I need a Britney time report.
Only if crows the size of a Lear jet descended from the sky, plucked out Johnny Depp?s eyes, and spirited away a child-actor brunch could there be a darker harbinger of doom hanging over Sunday?s Hollywood premiere of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory than Britney Spears? appearance in a themed t-shirt. Box office prognosticators should immediately adjust their opening weekend estimates downwards by $8-10 million. - this little bit of news coming from www.defamer.com.
And now presenting, another genius blog entry (aslo known as waste of internet space as it is a waste of people's time) by yours truely:
So my new favorite two books: 1) The Art of Seduction and 2) Che Guevara (Anderson, I believe). Now, I guess I bet most of you are wondering, what is the possibility that Bwenbwen is having a little fwashback of some instance at the end of May? But if you can ignore your suspicions, you will soon realize, that The Art of Seduction has been more enlightening for me as a human being than, say, the Bible. (is the 't' capitalized, too?)
Through 400 pages of history, psychology, and age old wisdom emerges a handbook for seduction; which, I have had the pleasure of reading about 240 pages in the past 38 hours. Without giving you any further details (as they are, secrets, you know) I will share with you a few interesting anecdotes:
1) The art of seduction requires that a good seducer be some sort of superhuman, regardless of their waiste size. And the book tells step by step how to be a superhuman... basically become Casanova or Cleopatra. Ok wait - that's pretty frieghtening. Could you imagine me? or yourself? as either of those?
3) There are these side notes, that are written in purple and literally on the sides of the pages. Italics. Light purple. Need I say more?
2) However, the most interesting thing is that it teaches that to be a good seducer you must become a certifiably amoral person. It's something you gotta accept... as like, accept your inner power-hungry monstors. --- which is all in all, the awesome thing about this book! Space cakes!
So I was thinking to myself today... why did I leave that key to the lock of my bike on the fucking lock! And then it hit me!
Hit me baby one more time: I feel I need a Britney time report.
Only if crows the size of a Lear jet descended from the sky, plucked out Johnny Depp?s eyes, and spirited away a child-actor brunch could there be a darker harbinger of doom hanging over Sunday?s Hollywood premiere of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory than Britney Spears? appearance in a themed t-shirt. Box office prognosticators should immediately adjust their opening weekend estimates downwards by $8-10 million. - this little bit of news coming from www.defamer.com.
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