Showing posts with label death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label death. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

too ball or not to ball this is the question

I can’t stand attention seekers, whiney whinging all the time about how “sick” they are or “how much pain” they are in a Dr Smith voice.
Like no one else in the world is as sick as they are, on their death bed moaning and crying on Monday but miraculously up and about at the theme park on Wednesday come on.
Then  there are the ones that are on a health ‘thing’ yet are perpetually drinking alcohol and then of course you get the “ohhhh I feel sick” the next day, funny that hmmm I wonder why?
Really you’d think some of the folks on Facebook are alcoholics dying of some terrible disease that’s when they aren't playing games till 3am and complaining that they can’t sleep.
Meh, I can’t sleep without pain killers had  migraine ‘stars’ earlier on as well but I don’t whine about it.

Yeah sure its midnight here and I’m typing this, my back between my shoulder blades is killing me BUT I did mow the lawn and trim bushes today and dig a garden bed yesterday, got a dentist appointment tomorrow and working at Vinnes on Thursday.

Next door neighbour is being an arrogant antagonistic thingy [naughty bad word] again but not to us this time to the neighbours on the other side of him, saying they are stealing his kids balls (same as he said we was) same balls that come flying over the fence at regular intervals, no names on them which we throw back.
Only some get lost in the process hence they are in his eyes “stolen”
What I really want to do is get everyone in the Cul-de-sac to buy a few tennis balls and throw them on his lawn maybe a few thrown by passing cars into the backyard, Now that would be funny, not for us though because even though there possibly would be a few dozen balls it would be us that would get the blame for it, we’d get the police called out on us because well he didn’t have any balls so some nice people gave him some.
Wouldn’t be Balls to the Wall it would be balls on his lawn hehehe


And at that because I can feel my head starting to throb I will post this and take two aspro and see you in the morning.

Monday, May 14, 2007

Punishable by death

I've been slack, not posted anything at all here since the 11th and it's now the 15th that's punishable by death isn't it?
Here on Blogger??? No I can post when I want and if people read it they read it, they can't delete me for not posting because well they can't add me to a friends list if they don't wanna read they just don't read simple
If they want to read my posts they can and if they don't want to read it's not my problem
See here I have this freedom I'm not having to compete with the attention of others just to get my posts seen I don't have to shout "look at me" or post blasts continuously, here this is me if people read they read (and I know they do..you lurkers you)
I'm no attention hoare (did I spell that right? Probably not)
I don't have to think of the next fantastic post or the most "ranty" to vie for peoples attention I don't care if I get 100 comments or zero I don't care any more
Here I can be me, writing for me not blogging for the readership but blogging for me I'm not competing for page views, not having to comment on 360 milllion other blogs before I write anything of my own otherwize no one reads mine, here I don't care.
I'm writing for me
writing or blogging how it should be

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