the obvious
monkeylovesakee
akeelovesmonkey
so say all of us :-)
whyyougottabesoooooooostubborn??!!
akee!
akeelovesmonkey
so say all of us :-)
whyyougottabesoooooooostubborn??!!
akee!
Monday, January 26, 2004
Sunday, January 25, 2004
stood up
i had major plans tonight. plans that included eating padthai. i wore my elastic pants especially for the occassion. one can never have too much elastic space when it comes to eating padthai, for it is the ultimate of food dishes. whenever a plate is put before me i drool in hedonistic delight. my eyes roll backwards, my tongue hangs out and my breathing becomes shallow. why bother with a sex life when i can order take out?
*sigh*
i was looking forward to noodles... instead i will have to succumb to a bowl of bran. it's the equivalant of renee o'connor being replaced with roseanne.
sometimes the world is not fair and you are left with empty chop sticks.
*sigh*
i was looking forward to noodles... instead i will have to succumb to a bowl of bran. it's the equivalant of renee o'connor being replaced with roseanne.
sometimes the world is not fair and you are left with empty chop sticks.
Thursday, January 22, 2004
just a thankyou...
for staying up and talking to me when i couldn't sleep.
if i were to wrap my self in any voice, it would always be yours.
*smoochie*
if i were to wrap my self in any voice, it would always be yours.
*smoochie*
Wednesday, January 21, 2004
without sleep i would die
fish like sleep
sleep allows me to wake up. sleep allows me to sleep. sleep is good
sleep is a way to stop a bad day from going on
sleep is a way to restart the clock
sleep is a way for me to wake up and start fresh
whatever i didn't finish yesterday seems so incredibly possible in the earliest moments of my coffee drinking haze
but sleep is no friend to monkey
monkey sits in WIDE AWAKE mode for 19 of the universal 24 hours. 8 of those hours i sleep. monkey no like. monkey want akee to WAKE UP AND PLAY!
NO CAN PLAY MONKEY
AKEE HAS WOOOOOOOOOOOORK
AKEE LOVE YOU THOUGH. :D
sleep allows me to wake up. sleep allows me to sleep. sleep is good
sleep is a way to stop a bad day from going on
sleep is a way to restart the clock
sleep is a way for me to wake up and start fresh
whatever i didn't finish yesterday seems so incredibly possible in the earliest moments of my coffee drinking haze
but sleep is no friend to monkey
monkey sits in WIDE AWAKE mode for 19 of the universal 24 hours. 8 of those hours i sleep. monkey no like. monkey want akee to WAKE UP AND PLAY!
NO CAN PLAY MONKEY
AKEE HAS WOOOOOOOOOOOORK
AKEE LOVE YOU THOUGH. :D
dumped for sleep
that's right. dumped. thrown to the side. given the old heave-ho.
stoopid sleep. with its tiredness and promise of dreamy landscapes and upside down clocks! you better not be putting any former smoochie people in her dreams, mr. sleepy! and when she hears someone speak, IT BETTER BE IN ENGLISH! DO YOU HEAR ME, IN-GLISSSSHHHHH!
hee.
other news of note: i tried cooking a fish this evening. the operative word being "tried". it was a flat fish. freshly caught. i put olive oil in the pan, waited until it was cursing, spitting out droplets of hot liquid. layed the fish down, stretching it into oblivion. oil splattered. dogs barked and time peeled back minutes until i turned it over and fried the other side.
or, at least i tried to turn it over.
unfortunately, while i was patting one of my dogs, some unknown assailant had made his dastardly way into my kitchen and SUPERGLUED one side of the fish to the pan. my forks were no use against this unmovable force. i tugged. i pulled. i promised jesus my first born. i cursed under my tongue in foreign languages. but that fish was stuck, swimming in concrete.
what is one to do when faced with such terrible odds?
there is only one thing to do against such terrible odds.
"MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
now, my mother is the type of person that would make martha stewart blush in shame over sloppy work. but being of her loins, i am immune to her perfection and anything remotely resembling cooking skills.
me: "mummy! somethings wrong with the frying paaaaaaaaaaaaan."
mum: "AW MYYYY GOOOOODDDD! M_____!"
me: " it's not my fault!"
mum: "Did you put flour on both sides?"
me: "flour? noonetoldmeyouweresupposetoputflouronit!"
mum: " i told you"
me: "noyoudidnt.whenyoulieitmakesbabyjesuscry!"
mum: "don't be silly. you're suppose to put the pan on medium heat."
me: "oh.wellithoughtifyouputitonhighitwillcookfaaaaaaaaster."
mum: "don't be silly."
it's not that i don't know how to cook. it's just that i choose not to be like everyone else.
needless to say, my fish was charcoaled on one side and still alive on the other.
thankgod that when jesus was handing out fish to the starving he also gave a side serving of bread.
someone, please pass me the vegemite.
stoopid sleep. with its tiredness and promise of dreamy landscapes and upside down clocks! you better not be putting any former smoochie people in her dreams, mr. sleepy! and when she hears someone speak, IT BETTER BE IN ENGLISH! DO YOU HEAR ME, IN-GLISSSSHHHHH!
hee.
other news of note: i tried cooking a fish this evening. the operative word being "tried". it was a flat fish. freshly caught. i put olive oil in the pan, waited until it was cursing, spitting out droplets of hot liquid. layed the fish down, stretching it into oblivion. oil splattered. dogs barked and time peeled back minutes until i turned it over and fried the other side.
or, at least i tried to turn it over.
unfortunately, while i was patting one of my dogs, some unknown assailant had made his dastardly way into my kitchen and SUPERGLUED one side of the fish to the pan. my forks were no use against this unmovable force. i tugged. i pulled. i promised jesus my first born. i cursed under my tongue in foreign languages. but that fish was stuck, swimming in concrete.
what is one to do when faced with such terrible odds?
there is only one thing to do against such terrible odds.
"MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
now, my mother is the type of person that would make martha stewart blush in shame over sloppy work. but being of her loins, i am immune to her perfection and anything remotely resembling cooking skills.
me: "mummy! somethings wrong with the frying paaaaaaaaaaaaan."
mum: "AW MYYYY GOOOOODDDD! M_____!"
me: " it's not my fault!"
mum: "Did you put flour on both sides?"
me: "flour? noonetoldmeyouweresupposetoputflouronit!"
mum: " i told you"
me: "noyoudidnt.whenyoulieitmakesbabyjesuscry!"
mum: "don't be silly. you're suppose to put the pan on medium heat."
me: "oh.wellithoughtifyouputitonhighitwillcookfaaaaaaaaster."
mum: "don't be silly."
it's not that i don't know how to cook. it's just that i choose not to be like everyone else.
needless to say, my fish was charcoaled on one side and still alive on the other.
thankgod that when jesus was handing out fish to the starving he also gave a side serving of bread.
someone, please pass me the vegemite.
Sunday, January 18, 2004
ok, phew
fixed it.
i think the code from the site meter was screwing it up. so i took my biggest hammer, went into the code room and threatened it.
i believe it wisely took me seriously. good on it.
i think the code from the site meter was screwing it up. so i took my biggest hammer, went into the code room and threatened it.
i believe it wisely took me seriously. good on it.
what the hell?
ok i don't know what's going on, but i just posted and now the posts underneath my monkey's posts are GOOOOONE!! and the page looks cut off...
wtf?
and there in the server. i can see them from the manage posts setting but not on the web. dammittohell!!!!
wtf?
and there in the server. i can see them from the manage posts setting but not on the web. dammittohell!!!!
i love my monkey
sometimes that's all that needs to be said...lol
but i also know that she would not find that acceptable! she is a demanding monkey. but that's ok. she's not demanding in an abusive or maniacal way so i'm ok with that. i think at first it was just kind of disconcerting because i'm just not used to it. i've never met anyone who wants to be with me ALL the time. it's usually the other way around. i think in all my friendships and the one relationship, I was the puppy. now i'm involved with someone who is the puppy. and i'm the object of her affection.
:D
it's nice. although when i'm really busy (like NOW! lol) it gets frustrating but that's my frustration because, well, i'm not a very patient person. but i'm getting better and i think we're doing good. and even if we weren't doing good (heh) then i could just break up with her but she would demand that she could still call me. hee
but i also know that she would not find that acceptable! she is a demanding monkey. but that's ok. she's not demanding in an abusive or maniacal way so i'm ok with that. i think at first it was just kind of disconcerting because i'm just not used to it. i've never met anyone who wants to be with me ALL the time. it's usually the other way around. i think in all my friendships and the one relationship, I was the puppy. now i'm involved with someone who is the puppy. and i'm the object of her affection.
:D
it's nice. although when i'm really busy (like NOW! lol) it gets frustrating but that's my frustration because, well, i'm not a very patient person. but i'm getting better and i think we're doing good. and even if we weren't doing good (heh) then i could just break up with her but she would demand that she could still call me. hee
fishy thoughts
i love my fish.
sometimes, that's all that needs to be said...
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and bloooooooooooooooooooooooooooggggggggggggggggggggg!
monkey wants to see how fishies write.
sometimes, that's all that needs to be said...
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and bloooooooooooooooooooooooooooggggggggggggggggggggg!
monkey wants to see how fishies write.
Thursday, January 15, 2004
let it be known that..
1. i am currently eating natural yoghurt and honey
2. procrastinating on my business plan and reading blogs
3. trying to stop my 6 month old puppy from humping my leg
4. wondering how to get honey from out of my keyboard.
5. i love my fishy
6. thinking how cool it will be, when, first thing tommorow morning, i read her
blog entry
7. heh
2. procrastinating on my business plan and reading blogs
3. trying to stop my 6 month old puppy from humping my leg
4. wondering how to get honey from out of my keyboard.
5. i love my fishy
6. thinking how cool it will be, when, first thing tommorow morning, i read her
blog entry
7. heh
Sunday, January 11, 2004
head banging walls
i am on the job trail. it is an elusive trail, with false starts and confusing turns. when you think you have a clear road in front of you and the ground beneath you sure and solid, a stone the size of your thumb nail, will put on a crash helmet and crash its arse into your heel.
yes. it's true.
i have a bum ankle.
ineedabloodycarliscence!
i am very frustrated. there are so many job opportunities i could have gone for, but that ONE factor has denied me access. the final straw came today in the post. a job i would have been perfect for came up to me, shook its bootie and then burped in my face.
so enoughhhhhhhhh.
i went down today and demanded a learners manual.
i don't care what the doctors say. i am not going to wait anymore for something that mighthappen.
i have become a monkey.a monkey with a mission.
and that mission is to be able to go through as many drive ins as i want, eat as much crappy food as my stomach can handle and make my colon as hard as possible.
i am monkey.
hear me go akeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
yes. it's true.
i have a bum ankle.
ineedabloodycarliscence!
i am very frustrated. there are so many job opportunities i could have gone for, but that ONE factor has denied me access. the final straw came today in the post. a job i would have been perfect for came up to me, shook its bootie and then burped in my face.
so enoughhhhhhhhh.
i went down today and demanded a learners manual.
i don't care what the doctors say. i am not going to wait anymore for something that mighthappen.
i have become a monkey.a monkey with a mission.
and that mission is to be able to go through as many drive ins as i want, eat as much crappy food as my stomach can handle and make my colon as hard as possible.
i am monkey.
hear me go akeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
daffies
...and i would walk through the field with you, your hand in mine and sing you songs that never make sense.
diddling
at first i was worried that if perhaps someone else is reading this blog, besides the person it was set up for, that those few people might get confused after i had invited m to post here. in the back of my mind i thought, hmmm they may not read the bottom of the post to see who posted and then be confused by the posts.
well, let me tell you, that concern is no longer there after reading the first post by space. lmao. there is no way that anyone would confuse my posts for hers, and vice versa.
what you see, if you are reading this, is a magical brain at work, an inexhaustible treasure of my heart that i wish sometimes would get exhausted so i can sleep. lol. i, in my 35 years on this planet, have never encountered anyone like her. and i doubt i ever will. even if (and it's a wild if baby don't freak out!) we don't work out as a couple, i will be forever grateful she was in my life. well, for the first 5 years after the breakup i will be a bitter raging psychotic, but after that i will most definitely wrap myself in thankfulness...
SMOOCHIE BABY!
well, let me tell you, that concern is no longer there after reading the first post by space. lmao. there is no way that anyone would confuse my posts for hers, and vice versa.
what you see, if you are reading this, is a magical brain at work, an inexhaustible treasure of my heart that i wish sometimes would get exhausted so i can sleep. lol. i, in my 35 years on this planet, have never encountered anyone like her. and i doubt i ever will. even if (and it's a wild if baby don't freak out!) we don't work out as a couple, i will be forever grateful she was in my life. well, for the first 5 years after the breakup i will be a bitter raging psychotic, but after that i will most definitely wrap myself in thankfulness...
SMOOCHIE BABY!
the derailing of an excercise wannabe
it's 9.33pm, sunday night. i should be in the middle of an hour work out. sweating out calories and defining leg muscles to a 300 resolution. yet, i am cruising the internet, looking for akeeish things. i am beginning to suspect that i am in big trouble.
my thoughts will not submit to the confinements of business plans and employment resumes. instead, they throw on bathers, parade in bikinis and laugh their way to the seas edge. paddling out, without the slightest hint of hesitation, past the safety of the shore, to depths that cannot be measured by mortal scales.
and there, in the deep, wide blue, a fin emerges, silently cutting its way towards the unprotected thoughts, with an elmo doll strapped to it.
i like sushi as much as the next person, but this is ridiculous.
i'm covered in akee crumbs.
akeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!
my thoughts will not submit to the confinements of business plans and employment resumes. instead, they throw on bathers, parade in bikinis and laugh their way to the seas edge. paddling out, without the slightest hint of hesitation, past the safety of the shore, to depths that cannot be measured by mortal scales.
and there, in the deep, wide blue, a fin emerges, silently cutting its way towards the unprotected thoughts, with an elmo doll strapped to it.
i like sushi as much as the next person, but this is ridiculous.
i'm covered in akee crumbs.
akeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!
Friday, January 09, 2004
apparently i'm a retard
but a loveable one...hee
for the life of me i couldn't figure out how to make the links work and then BLAM lightbulb it comes to me. and now that i've realized my error, well i'm incredibly embarassed it was so fucking simple.
ACK
maybe there's such a thing as too edumucated.lol
for the life of me i couldn't figure out how to make the links work and then BLAM lightbulb it comes to me. and now that i've realized my error, well i'm incredibly embarassed it was so fucking simple.
ACK
maybe there's such a thing as too edumucated.lol
plagiarism sucks raw ass
i read a few blogs (to the chagrin of my future girlfriend who is aghast i would go anywhere except to post here! lol SMOOCHIE) but my favorite is tequilamockingbird
so i hadn't read in a few days and i get there and some JACKASS has straightup plagiarized her blog. and the thing is, it's not just the fact that he blatantly plagiarized, but not only did he steal her humor but he also stole text that was regarding a tragic subject: her cousin's HIV. there are two issues that i have with this (beyond the wanting to rip his head off and shit down his throat for being a scummy piece of crap): one he made it up and that makes him BIG SCUMMY CRAP or two he actually has a friend dying of AIDS and he claims to have written a tribute to her which makes him an even more GIANT PIECE OF SCUMMY CRAP!!!!
and to use julia's word (although i've heard it before, but i haven't laughed so hard as when i read her use it...) get a life you miserable ASSHAT
so i hadn't read in a few days and i get there and some JACKASS has straightup plagiarized her blog. and the thing is, it's not just the fact that he blatantly plagiarized, but not only did he steal her humor but he also stole text that was regarding a tragic subject: her cousin's HIV. there are two issues that i have with this (beyond the wanting to rip his head off and shit down his throat for being a scummy piece of crap): one he made it up and that makes him BIG SCUMMY CRAP or two he actually has a friend dying of AIDS and he claims to have written a tribute to her which makes him an even more GIANT PIECE OF SCUMMY CRAP!!!!
and to use julia's word (although i've heard it before, but i haven't laughed so hard as when i read her use it...) get a life you miserable ASSHAT
Thursday, January 08, 2004
oh i forgot
i met with my professor today and even though i am freaking out about the closeness of the date...he said that my proposal is ok. and i don't mean like oh it's ok i guess i mean as far as this is concerned i get the go ahead. if it wasn't ok then he wouldn't let me take the exam. so that's a relief
blurry eyes and ticking clock
ack! i swear everyday i'm feeling a little sick. i gotta get over this feeling. it's the one thing that will destroy me in my exam. i'm not an idiot. i know that. and i believe in this stuff. i may not always believe in myself and i know that's KEY but i absofreakinglutely believe in what i'm doing.
So here it is January 8. My exam is February 13. i'm sure i don't have to the math here for anyone else...
*gulp*
So here it is January 8. My exam is February 13. i'm sure i don't have to the math here for anyone else...
*gulp*
Sunday, January 04, 2004
and to think things couldn't get any worse
now she's not talking to me.
and
i don't know what i did.
frankly if i did something wrong and i know it or someone (i care about - not some random assy person thankyouverymuch) points it out to me i'm the first to grovel and throw myself down and beg forgiveness.
at this point i don't know what to do. how to handle it. but basically i've been told that i won't be talked to until she comes back from vacation. which normally, would be fine since i asked for her understanding while i was under a lot of pressure from this project but now i'm not supposed to let it bother me that she's pissed at me and not talking to me while i'm supposed to be focusing on this major project and i don't know what the FUCK I DID?
yeah
thanks
and
i don't know what i did.
frankly if i did something wrong and i know it or someone (i care about - not some random assy person thankyouverymuch) points it out to me i'm the first to grovel and throw myself down and beg forgiveness.
at this point i don't know what to do. how to handle it. but basically i've been told that i won't be talked to until she comes back from vacation. which normally, would be fine since i asked for her understanding while i was under a lot of pressure from this project but now i'm not supposed to let it bother me that she's pissed at me and not talking to me while i'm supposed to be focusing on this major project and i don't know what the FUCK I DID?
yeah
thanks
for all the strangers i don't know
just to let everyone who is not really reading this blog to know that the post on january third was NOT ME!! lmao
my monkeybaby BROKE into my blog and posted. hee
am i mad? no. and you wouldn't be either if you knew her. double hee
my monkeybaby BROKE into my blog and posted. hee
am i mad? no. and you wouldn't be either if you knew her. double hee
Saturday, January 03, 2004
O......M.......G........
WHERE'S THE ROLLEYES EMOTICON WHEN YOU NEED IT!?????
LOL
SMOOCHIES BACK TO YOU TOO BABY!!!!
LOL
SMOOCHIES BACK TO YOU TOO BABY!!!!
i seeeeeeeeeeeeee youuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!!!
akeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!
SURPRISE!!!!!!!!
i seeeeeeeeee youuuuuuuuuuuu!
does this mean i'm finally inside you?
monkey diary: today i miss akee. i wish she could be with me at victor harbour
to see all the fishies, wallabies and whaleypoo wannabes. a mullet tried to convince me that it was a whale, but when i asked him, "who was pinnochio?", he thought it was a brand of vibrator. he tried to persuade me that he was the real deal and to prove it he'd show me his "hump".
i slapped him in the face.
later, i had fish and chips for dinner.
i wonder what akee is doing at the moment and if she is getting withdrawl symptoms from my voice?
the correct answer would be, "yes".
i was tempted to purchase a phone card prior to leaving, but pulled away from this impulse when i finally admitted that i would have no will power and would call her at least 7 times a day. hee. akee cannot afford interruptions at the moment, for she has the "battle of the zammies" to undertake in 6 weeks. i wish i was there to help her in her preperation and budget her money...but let's face it, within two days i would be saying:
"akeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
"akeeiwannaplayyyyy!!"
"akeeeeeei'mhungeeee!!"
"akeeeeeewillyoubuymesomecrabs??"
"akeeeeecanwegotothemoviesssss?"
"akeeeeeeewillyoushowmehowtocooktoast??"
"akeeeeeethestovecaughtonfireagain!"
and she would get maaaaaaaaaaaadddddddd with me.
to which i would reply:
"i'mjustalittlemonkeywhowantstospendtimewithakeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
and then she would sigh, think how cute i am and apologise for snapping.
there will be a peace and silence and then:
"akeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeiwannaplay!!!"
SMOOOOOOCHIEEEEEEE!
SURPRISE!!!!!!!!
i seeeeeeeeee youuuuuuuuuuuu!
does this mean i'm finally inside you?
monkey diary: today i miss akee. i wish she could be with me at victor harbour
to see all the fishies, wallabies and whaleypoo wannabes. a mullet tried to convince me that it was a whale, but when i asked him, "who was pinnochio?", he thought it was a brand of vibrator. he tried to persuade me that he was the real deal and to prove it he'd show me his "hump".
i slapped him in the face.
later, i had fish and chips for dinner.
i wonder what akee is doing at the moment and if she is getting withdrawl symptoms from my voice?
the correct answer would be, "yes".
i was tempted to purchase a phone card prior to leaving, but pulled away from this impulse when i finally admitted that i would have no will power and would call her at least 7 times a day. hee. akee cannot afford interruptions at the moment, for she has the "battle of the zammies" to undertake in 6 weeks. i wish i was there to help her in her preperation and budget her money...but let's face it, within two days i would be saying:
"akeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
"akeeiwannaplayyyyy!!"
"akeeeeeei'mhungeeee!!"
"akeeeeeewillyoubuymesomecrabs??"
"akeeeeecanwegotothemoviesssss?"
"akeeeeeeewillyoushowmehowtocooktoast??"
"akeeeeeethestovecaughtonfireagain!"
and she would get maaaaaaaaaaaadddddddd with me.
to which i would reply:
"i'mjustalittlemonkeywhowantstospendtimewithakeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
and then she would sigh, think how cute i am and apologise for snapping.
there will be a peace and silence and then:
"akeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeiwannaplay!!!"
SMOOOOOOCHIEEEEEEE!
Friday, January 02, 2004
happy new year?
ACK!
the official countdown has begun! only six weeks left before my exam. shit i feel sick.
i MUST MUSTMUSTMUST FINISH THIS draft of the proposal by tomorrow. and i need to start studying for the exam subjects. i met with another professor the other day and he gave me the name of a text to read for his subject.
so
six weeks
one proposal
5 subjects....tickticktick
the official countdown has begun! only six weeks left before my exam. shit i feel sick.
i MUST MUSTMUSTMUST FINISH THIS draft of the proposal by tomorrow. and i need to start studying for the exam subjects. i met with another professor the other day and he gave me the name of a text to read for his subject.
so
six weeks
one proposal
5 subjects....tickticktick
