Being Weird

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   

Hrm, I really haven’t been weird in a while. I usually turn on my weird filter when I start writing in my journal. I used to not do that when I first started this little thingy. 

Sometimes I let a couple of words slip out now and again, but usually I just keep a bridal on the whole aspect/ordeal/palaver/rant. 

Let see if I can do this quietly. (ugh, just this whole thing about letting the weird filter fall off my brain is weird in itself.)

Oh, now I have built up too much, so I am not going to do it now. 

(Right now, you can actually hear the gears of the conversation box grind, due to granny shifting. Since the person writing this right now, has not been skilled in the art of manually shifting a conversation. He usually starts up in 3rd gear or once he gets to third on the open road of conversing, he begins to grind 3rd, since ironically, 3rd is the gear he is fond of, but can’t find it when he starts at 1st.) 

Strange fact about Tim: I can drive down the road and see a kid on the side of the road crying and not care less. But If I see a balloon all by itself then I get really depressed. I think of that poor balloon and how he has no one to talk to, or no one to play with. I worry about it popping. 

But then again I feel bad for outdated electronic equipment too. The poor beta max machine, and the laser disc. Who will love them now? 

This whole thing reminds me of that band from Australia called, My friend the chocolate cake. (An off shoot of Not drowning waving.I think they are Aussies.) When I first heard of them, I thought about their name, and how cool it was. I started thinking about making a chocolate cake just so I could talk to it. And tell it how my day went when I came home and just mainly talk nonstop to it. I thought about how nice it would be to have something that I could talk to, even if it were a chocolate cake. Hey! People talk to their stuffed animals don’t they?! 

So what’s the difference? If you eat too much of both, it can make you sick, they both can get old and fall apart. You can sleep with both, although the cake might get messy if you held it close to you in bed, so you would have to put it in a cake pan with a nice tight lid. 

Well I guess a stuffed animal is better accepted by this society than a chocolate cake. So a word to the wise... If you have a friend who is a chocolate cake…. Keep it a secret!