I always wanted a Yeti. I have no idea why but the white coat of the ferocious beast would be great.
Of course, this isn't a real Yeti.
No, really it isn't a real Yeti.
It is a Yeti on Zoo World 2. Am I in no way endorsing Zoo World 2. I am just saying I want a Yeti.
Although, this Yeti I want isn't ferocious but cute.
Yep, he's blue and he's from the game Zoo World 2. In order to get him.
You must do this watch and earn business. So, I turn down the volume to none and watch the ads.
I will get this Yeti soon damnit.
What do you want? Not desire but what do you want.
What I want is a furry blue yeti from Zoo World 2. I just think he'd be outta place. And that's a okay with me.
He's a friggin Yeti for Christ's sake.
-V
Sunday, January 26, 2014
Monday, January 20, 2014
It happened from a Facebook person
Her name was E-daz.
She posted a pretty racy photo on her page.
E-dazva decided to post the photo in looking for rudimentary compliments. She is an attractive girl.
This is where the problem comes from.
The post stated tell my boyfriend that he doesn't know what he's talking about.
So I wanted to PM her. Well instead of her it was her boyfriend.
I told her that her boyfriend was crazy for thinking she was fat.
Oh Facebook fucking drama.
Dumb shit!
----lo and behold her boyfriend is the one looking at the crazy message. He says I am her boyfriend.
Now this is where it could get bad. And it almost did but I told him about my girlfriend a long time ago.
I said she had a very similar situation. He seemed complacent to listen to my story.
Therefore, I told him I got really confused about the situation. Anyway he offered to be my friend on Facebook.
To him he honestly didn't care what I said about E-dazva. It just so happened he was marketing out her page when she wasn't there. Or he was marketing his band.
Either way he seemed more sane than E-daz.
He said to add him as a friend and I did.
Then the next day I wake up and go on Facebook. It is a routine. I have a message and she basically tells me I am a bastard for calling her boyfriend crazy. I was being honest with she has a good body and is attractive.
So her move was to block me.
It doesn't bother me at all she blocked me but it is an overreaction on her part. She can do whatever. Why not just delete me as a friend if you want to take it that far? No worries though people act irrationally all the time.
Shit happens!
I am moving on.
Facebook is not only a dangerous place but there is copious amounts of drama on there. That being said I will still use it. There are just people out there that get set off by little things.
_V
She posted a pretty racy photo on her page.
E-dazva decided to post the photo in looking for rudimentary compliments. She is an attractive girl.
This is where the problem comes from.
The post stated tell my boyfriend that he doesn't know what he's talking about.
So I wanted to PM her. Well instead of her it was her boyfriend.
I told her that her boyfriend was crazy for thinking she was fat.
Oh Facebook fucking drama.
Dumb shit!
----lo and behold her boyfriend is the one looking at the crazy message. He says I am her boyfriend.
Now this is where it could get bad. And it almost did but I told him about my girlfriend a long time ago.
I said she had a very similar situation. He seemed complacent to listen to my story.
Therefore, I told him I got really confused about the situation. Anyway he offered to be my friend on Facebook.
To him he honestly didn't care what I said about E-dazva. It just so happened he was marketing out her page when she wasn't there. Or he was marketing his band.
Either way he seemed more sane than E-daz.
He said to add him as a friend and I did.
Then the next day I wake up and go on Facebook. It is a routine. I have a message and she basically tells me I am a bastard for calling her boyfriend crazy. I was being honest with she has a good body and is attractive.
So her move was to block me.
It doesn't bother me at all she blocked me but it is an overreaction on her part. She can do whatever. Why not just delete me as a friend if you want to take it that far? No worries though people act irrationally all the time.
Shit happens!
I am moving on.
Facebook is not only a dangerous place but there is copious amounts of drama on there. That being said I will still use it. There are just people out there that get set off by little things.
_V
Monday, January 6, 2014
A new year and the beginning of 2014
So far it has been a great start to 2014. I am broke but I did buy those all-season tires I was supposed to buy.
I am broke but I am still lifting weights. :)
I am broke but my spirit is higher than ever.
When I last talked about inspiration I went into the morning. Except, the morning to me is not as inspirational as I'd like.
Let's face it . I fucking hate the mornings. If you the reader don't it is your own problem.
Mornings to me always blind me before I 'm ready to wake up . They make me say aw fuck it! The reason being I am a night owl. How many times must I say it before the gods' croak. How must I say it before the crickets chirp. Or before the frogs do their frog dance.
I fucking hate mornings. There I said it again and again.
Except, the last post I talked about the inspiration. Even babies need inspiration to inspire to become something greater,nay maybe a Polar Bear or a Red Panda. Those are cool!
Either way inspiration helps every artist, painter, writer and otherwise surveyor of art with ideas.
Ideas aren't just for the meek or the timid but for the brave and the strong. Fucking risk takers! BABY!
Yes, risk takers by and fucking large make our society great. Although, I have many qualms with society, risk taking is integral to every and all being. It doesn't matter what it is.
Yes, you there. Are you risk taking. No you don't have to pull the chute of the parachute. You don't have dive off that cliff with a purplish-orange bungee cord. Was that the right spelling of bungee? Shit, I don't remember. Inspiration should invigorate you. Invigoration is a neat word. Isn't it? I mean it does start with an I. Words that start with an I are pretty damn cool. Like that insult...idiot. That starts with an I. Anyway inspiration leads credence to why we do what we do.
A painter stares at a potato. He or she is inspired therefore, to kick-ass and sculpt the potato or just kinda finagle a potato sculpture. Sculpting and tiring away at this potato he/she gets an idea. Maybe the potato represents disdain for the Russian government. Automatically, the thought with time and careful observation is the potato is now symbolistic for the plight that the Russians faced in the U.S.S.R. BadabooM! Baby! The sculpture has just had inspiration to sculpt that potatoe. Fuck yeah! The potatoe is now amazing symbolism hell yeah.
Oh Miley Ray, you and your catchy and professional written and inspiring songs. Inspirational songs that are not meaningless help write the words. A writer is somehow or another in a dimly lit and dingy dark room. He has written all he can handle. An unsteady hand that he owns starts shaking from all the writing. The inspiration for him came from an old Mozart tune. Not really a tune but a classico piece. Symphony number 47 in G? Does it exist? The fuck if I know. That clarity in the song makes the writer write faster and faster. He comes up with an alliterative allegorical alligator of ambiance. He's truly inspired by that didy, not a diddy but a goddamn classical piece, by a prodigy!
No more inspiration for now. Realistically, you the reader need to go out there and get inspired. It can be as simple as a beautiful Arabic ballad or something as complex as a Beethoven classic piece. You decide. That's it you inspire other and others inspire you. Paint something, draw something, write something. Just don't congeal into some sort of gray putty-ooze. Go chase your dreams. Look at other art. For fuck's sake don't be a dumb-ass and not read. Stimulate your synaptic connections and read! Inspire a future, a generation a crop of corn. Inspire!
I am broke but I am still lifting weights. :)
I am broke but my spirit is higher than ever.
When I last talked about inspiration I went into the morning. Except, the morning to me is not as inspirational as I'd like.
Let's face it . I fucking hate the mornings. If you the reader don't it is your own problem.
Mornings to me always blind me before I 'm ready to wake up . They make me say aw fuck it! The reason being I am a night owl. How many times must I say it before the gods' croak. How must I say it before the crickets chirp. Or before the frogs do their frog dance.
I fucking hate mornings. There I said it again and again.
Except, the last post I talked about the inspiration. Even babies need inspiration to inspire to become something greater,nay maybe a Polar Bear or a Red Panda. Those are cool!
Either way inspiration helps every artist, painter, writer and otherwise surveyor of art with ideas.
Ideas aren't just for the meek or the timid but for the brave and the strong. Fucking risk takers! BABY!
Yes, risk takers by and fucking large make our society great. Although, I have many qualms with society, risk taking is integral to every and all being. It doesn't matter what it is.
Yes, you there. Are you risk taking. No you don't have to pull the chute of the parachute. You don't have dive off that cliff with a purplish-orange bungee cord. Was that the right spelling of bungee? Shit, I don't remember. Inspiration should invigorate you. Invigoration is a neat word. Isn't it? I mean it does start with an I. Words that start with an I are pretty damn cool. Like that insult...idiot. That starts with an I. Anyway inspiration leads credence to why we do what we do.
A painter stares at a potato. He or she is inspired therefore, to kick-ass and sculpt the potato or just kinda finagle a potato sculpture. Sculpting and tiring away at this potato he/she gets an idea. Maybe the potato represents disdain for the Russian government. Automatically, the thought with time and careful observation is the potato is now symbolistic for the plight that the Russians faced in the U.S.S.R. BadabooM! Baby! The sculpture has just had inspiration to sculpt that potatoe. Fuck yeah! The potatoe is now amazing symbolism hell yeah.
Oh Miley Ray, you and your catchy and professional written and inspiring songs. Inspirational songs that are not meaningless help write the words. A writer is somehow or another in a dimly lit and dingy dark room. He has written all he can handle. An unsteady hand that he owns starts shaking from all the writing. The inspiration for him came from an old Mozart tune. Not really a tune but a classico piece. Symphony number 47 in G? Does it exist? The fuck if I know. That clarity in the song makes the writer write faster and faster. He comes up with an alliterative allegorical alligator of ambiance. He's truly inspired by that didy, not a diddy but a goddamn classical piece, by a prodigy!
No more inspiration for now. Realistically, you the reader need to go out there and get inspired. It can be as simple as a beautiful Arabic ballad or something as complex as a Beethoven classic piece. You decide. That's it you inspire other and others inspire you. Paint something, draw something, write something. Just don't congeal into some sort of gray putty-ooze. Go chase your dreams. Look at other art. For fuck's sake don't be a dumb-ass and not read. Stimulate your synaptic connections and read! Inspire a future, a generation a crop of corn. Inspire!
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