lucid - i wanna speak louder than ritalin

hmm... was having a conversation with someone slightly earlier this evening (ie. late enough to be drunk but early enough to still be conversing with real live human people rather than this slightly kinky man/machine type interface we have with this here internet bloggy thing) and i was expressing an opinion about a certain matter in a lucid and coherent way which i thought would perhaps fit splendidly into this whole 'posting random crap on your blog' sorta thing

however it is only now i come to express it in written form that i realise it may not be as insightful and generally all round splendid as i previously thought

to give you some sort of idea about what i was talking about it involved girls being in the buff...

now before anyone starts burning straw effigies of me for being a male misogynistic pig dog i would like to elucidate (is that a real word??? it's too late to be at all sure about this) your good selves upon this point. i was basically saying that i kinda admire girls who are comfortable in their nakedness - ie. that when their with their fellas (or girls - not wanting to cramp any one's style) they are uninhibited enough to be happy in their own skin and nowt else.

i think this may apply to lots of people, of all genders and sexual persuasions, as in i mean if you yourself are actually comfortable being naked in front of another person then you are a) in a great relationship with another groovy person which involves lots of mutual caring of one another and heaps of fun rude stuff or b) a pretty relaxed person who has managed to at least avoid one of the many hang-ups that our folk nowadays seem to have or finally c) a great big freaking pervert who enjoys flashing their dangly bits at members of the public from carefully selected portions of shrubbery

so yeah there you go - my deep thoughts upon this thing we call life for tonight - sure it may be the slight buzzy thing going on with my vision right now or indeed the numbness spreading up the clumsy portions of meat i used to call my limbs but i feel that i may indeed be on to something which, whilst it may not be profound, will cause pretty girls to form erroneous opinions upon the depths of my personality and who will then subsequently fall in love with me and pleasure me with their mouths

(... you've all gone wrong - really you have - i meant that they would kiss me chastely upon the cheek - that would be pleasure indeed)

anyway let's close our eyes and start again anew

blogging...

hmmm.... in a bout of insomnia inspired recklessness i've signed up for one of these fancy watchamacalit blog things.

not entirely sure i have anything worthwhile posting but in the event that i do rest assured that i will faithfully inscribe it here in full gory detail

unless that is, of course, something personal to either myself or someone i know - or indeed anything that i don't want the entire tupping internet to be able to see - what am i stupid?

see that's the problem with these things - i daren't put up anything that will cause my mates to fall off their chairs laughing at me or which causes too much grief to people i care for. i have also been comprehensively assured that i compartmentalise my life too much (i thought that was everyone - surely everyone else has a different accent and indeed facial hair topography for different groups of friends?) and this presents a problem as the internet, that great old fluffy equalizer, allows all those nicely packed away compartments to be viewed at once. oh the horror.

so anyway, to move to a conclusion, i can't really see a point to this. maybe i'll come around to it and start getting a good vibe from the blogging thing. y'know, really get involved with this blog. equally however it could just be yet another record of the inanities of the life of a lost confused person in this big old lonely internet of ours.

well hopefully i should be able to get to sleep now, good night to you too