for bollymabis

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Dust on the windsill!

There is this little black dot. What does it do? I can't tell you, it's a secret. But it brings candy to all the children of the world, and pretzels are cuisine! I would say, hello my love birds. The colourful birds fly across in technicolour rainbows! Just like Scarlette O'Hara and Beaver, Utah! Santa invented the little black dot.

Blink and You'll Miss It



htaw od uyo eman?

Sunday, December 14, 2008

.my jacket kinda fresh now.

It seems like everyone is just looking for direction. Something to do. Somewhere to go. Something to buy. Something to want. Why? Is your new Chanel bag going to change your life? Are your nikes going to help you fulfill your calling? Is any one thing going to make you content? No. Not at all. These things serve a purpose, nothing more. And then they're done. There is nothing wrong with enjoying them. But just remember they're not you. They can't change who you are. Those new jeans may seem like the ish, and maybe they are, but they can't do more than what they're meant for.

Saturday, December 13, 2008

Her mama is right, you know.

You really aren't good enough for her.

Friday, December 12, 2008

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ACTUALLY, THE HOTTEST GIRL IN HIGH SCHOOL DID NOT KISS YOU IN THOSE JEANS, BECAUSE YOU ARE A SCRUFFY RUFFIAN.

Also, if my kid came up and kissed my brand new white jeans and got chocolate all over, I would not smile. I would be mad. When you wash jeans, they shrink a little. If you JUST fit into them, would you want to wash them right away? Nope. As they say in Arrested Development, Children Should Be Neither Seen Nor Heard. Aww, Buster.

So sometimes when I wake up in the morning, movement flits across my peripheral vision - of course, when I look, whatever was moving is gone. Low blood pressure from just waking up, or gremlins a la 1980-something?

The Compliments Bran Flakes with Raisins have so many raisins. Looking at the picture on the box, I can't help but wonder if that is actually milk in the bowl. It's probably glue.

When I feel heavy metal
And I'm pins and I'm needles
Well I lie and I'm easy
All of the time but Im never sure when I need you
Pleased to meet you

I had no idea those were the lyrics.

And I forgot about Franz Ferdinand, totally. Does anyone else think that guy from MTV Canada is a major douchebag? I can't remember his name. Not Dan Levy. The one all the girls think is hot ... Darren Jones, that's it.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Pink Sky at Night version 2.0

When the four candlesighs sped under the ocean's current, they didn't know that the rain that fell like a mist-like veil over the entire land melded to the sea, giving birth to new waves and new spray, mixing with sea foam and long dead merpeople.

They snuffed out, then drifted into the mist and up up up into the clouds, where the humidity and pressure pushed them down down down into the lush emereld green patch of moss in Ireland, so damp that when they stepped down onto it, the water pushed through their toes like a sponge, sucking back down into the earth when their little feet stepped away.

The teeny white flowers that sprinkled the dew smiled up at them with trusting, bright faces, and they were careful not to squish their innocence as they waited, hopeful for a day when they could reach towards the sunshine and stretch in the warmth.

The candlesighs (or candlesnuffs, as it were now) slinked around the craggy volcanic rock that bit into the side of the land, and the fish in the pond way down below were just flashes of silver in twilight. The sky was made of amethyst and smokey quartz, giving way to Pink Sky at Night.

The candlesnuffs sighed with pleasure and watched the sun set, then rise, as a kelpie skimmed the ocean from which they had just come, and a selkie rested in the sand.

Tell me, here, that there are no unicorns.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

.doghouse.

http://bewareofthedoghouse.com/video.aspx

Monday, December 1, 2008

.violins.

WHAT'S ON THE NEWS

.and act like i already knew.

My question is, who cares? Aren't there more important things happening in the world right now? Happening always? Will it even affect us? I ask and nobody answers. A shrug is the best answer. And by best I mean only. Are we going to go hungry? No. Are we going to lose our homes? No. Are you going to lose eachother? No. So, there might be some new rules. A new "sherriff" in town, if you will? But who cares? Our quality of life isn't going to be changed, if that's what you're worried about. Not dramatically anyway. And so what if it is? This place could use a little humility.

PS THAT INTERVIEW WAS AWESOME.
YOU SPOILED LITTLE LA GIRL
OH YOU'RE KIDDING ME
YOU MUST BE JOKING
OR YOU ARE SMOKING

obsolete : bargain
— on the cheap : at minimum expense : cheaply
That's you. One hundred percent. How is that even possible? You mooch, and mooch, and mooch, and mooch. You're like a leech, sucking the life out of the people around you. wth is a "big shop?" And why won't you be needing ________ this year? Oh, 'cause you're mooching. I'm sorry, how could I forget? You greedy, ungrateful pig.

LIFE'S JUST NOT FAIR