tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634583.post113026242827525715..comments2023-08-29T04:13:20.964-07:00Comments on in time of daff0dils...: hit me baby one more timedaff0dilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11698532080377831571noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634583.post-1131071162666486592005-11-03T18:26:00.000-08:002005-11-03T18:26:00.000-08:00Your light shines too. Probably brighter than tho...Your light shines too. Probably brighter than those Sun-In blonde highlights in the Britney clones' hair.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634583.post-1130889952853221992005-11-01T16:05:00.000-08:002005-11-01T16:05:00.000-08:00well, hell, I know I maybe should blush, but hones...well, hell, I know I maybe should blush, but honestly it's flattering to think anyone even notices I exist on a bus full of highschool girlsdaff0dilhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11698532080377831571noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634583.post-1130880234604857822005-11-01T13:23:00.000-08:002005-11-01T13:23:00.000-08:00I love this image of you: sort of cranky, contempl...I love this image of you: sort of cranky, contemplative, and hateful staring without blinking at annoying teenagers. The singing is definitly an annoying distraction from the melange of odd smells on the bus. Still I can't help but imagine this scene including that bus rider i call the "sweat-suit wearing clandestine masturbator" visualizing you and the Brittany clones making a clone-jew oreo. <BR/>I wait expectantly for teh next installment of "Rage of the daff0dil"Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634583.post-1130529462355721502005-10-28T12:57:00.000-07:002005-10-28T12:57:00.000-07:00hmmm, I'm not sure whether to say thank you, or ha...hmmm, I'm not sure whether to say thank you, or hang my head in shame that I don'tdaff0dilhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11698532080377831571noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634583.post-1130460060423438642005-10-27T17:41:00.000-07:002005-10-27T17:41:00.000-07:00you should write that good all the time.you should write that good all the time.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634583.post-1130428208437285222005-10-27T08:50:00.000-07:002005-10-27T08:50:00.000-07:00manners are on the decline; it used to be only sc...manners are on the decline; it used to be only schizophrenics who would sing on buses, but these days any youngin might think she has the privilege of invading strangers' space like that<BR/><BR/>when I was a 13-year-old skater-punk, I used to do obnoxious things on buses tooAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634583.post-1130303166686033502005-10-25T22:06:00.000-07:002005-10-25T22:06:00.000-07:00I knew A LOT of girls like that in Los Angeles. P...I knew A LOT of girls like that in Los Angeles. Posers, all of them. Vying for attention in places like the supermarket or the mall or Universal Citywalk. I hate girls like that. Truly insecure. Extra annoying. With that little extra pinch of stupid spice in the fact that they have to prove how wonderful and great they are...in front of hundreds of people, of course. I have no love for showoffs like that. Good showoffs know how to work their variety of talents naturally in their day-to-day lives. Girls like that, Britney Spears' clones, know nothing of subtlety, know nothing of grace or elegance. They know nothing of the importance of intimacy. And, no, I'm not saying this because I'm "just jealous and don't have the guts to make a scene". I don't need to make a scene. The scene is in my head, in my heart, on my tongue in a not-so-obviously-loud conversation filled with far better things than clips of pop music and the occassional chitter of stupidity.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com