I am half amused and half weirded out by my own thoughts…
1. Has anyone besides me ever laughed at anything I have written?
2. Jokes are either good or bad but if they are so bad that you find them funny then are they good jokes or humorous fails that need a whole new category? Continue reading
Just sharing a few jokes…
1. I don’t think I am insane but my three-legged rainbow-tailed unicorn roommate disagrees with me.
2. Everyone thinks Maths is difficult but English is the tricky one – it’s French half the time! Rendez-vous and fiancé! At least Maths doesn’t include hidden bits of Biology. Continue reading
I read about this concept in A. J. Jacobs’ book My Life as an Experiment. You say exactly what you think or feel #nofilter. It didn’t work out so great for him in some situations and I can think of a couple of others where it could go wrong…
1. “Hi, I’m It. Nice to meet you.” I literally just met you two seconds ago and since you have not done anything remotely cool like turn into a dragon or juggle soccer balls, I feel (at most!) neutral to meet you. Continue reading
If you are currently alive and have the slightest awareness of the world around you, you probably know and have lived through all the hype surrounding the end of world. It’s been quite the popular topic of the 21st century alongside Kim Kardashian’s behind and the smartphone race (insert some Android propaganda here). Different religions and people see the ultimate demise of humanity differently. I personally don’t believe the world is going to end because of catastrophic climatic events or monsters descending from the sky. So here’s my list of what I think will cause the world to end: Continue reading
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I stand quietly while you do somersaults on the bed as you aren’t being naughty, you are just trying to get your out of sync body under control.
I stand quietly by the toilet door every time you need to go, and come with you around the house, and sometimes even just across the room, because I know you can feel truly frightened when you are not near me.
I stand quietly at the supermarket checkout while everyone stares at you barking like a dog and blowing raspberries on my arms to cope with the buzzing lights.
I stand quietly while you tell the baffled shop owner that you are looking for shoes that feel hard like splintered wood because your skin can’t bear soft things.
I stand quietly when the attendant gives us scornful looks when I ask for the key to the disabled toilet because the hand dryer…
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Currently, at 2:06 a.m, I am sitting at my desk typing up this very sentence in Times New Roman, font size 12. Not 11. Not 13. 12 – like most other things from assignments to poetry I like to e-publish that I have typed before this moment*. I am not sure why I have always liked to type in Times New Roman and in size 12. Perhaps at some point i Continue reading
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