(Although I'm pretty sure you don't so I'm kinda talking to myself and one other person d=),
It's cool to have a blogger app but to be honest the app blows hardcore. I can't adjust orientation or anything so i guess you'll just have to deal with my boring left alignment until i learn how to use html (which probably won't be ever.)
(Random tidbit of info: i've become extremely cryptic again. It's pretty lame.)
Anywho, before i leave you thinking i suck at life in every way shape or form; Here's my attempt at html before i bid you unrevealed creepers ado, just to add a little contrast in the text. If this doesn't work, bite me. It's just me ranting cryptically. (But with html)
the thing about life in these days is every one gets scared you know? No one wants tethers chains constraints guilt or pasts they have deal with in different places on their own. In a comparitive perspective i don't know if I'll ever be the same, not to myself, but to someone else, and i'm a little scared. We all are. Because it might affect how we, haha, we might never be the same. not as who we were, but from who you were, and not you as in you yourself, but you know. Hardly ever are two things the same, and you can't know what the result will be until you stick around and find out. You don't know if ever. No one knows if ever. html attempt dos! Random quote on my mind: "is this a saddle on my breath sweet woman, or is it just a cattle call in a school of fish, "still dance with me."" -buddy wakefield
On that note, if you don't know who buddy wakefield is, check out his videos. My favorite, For example, "hurling crowbirds at mockingbars" from which that i-suck-at-html-italicized-quote is from, is a riveting poem about hope not being a course of action. Which between you and me whomever you are served as a life lesson i needed. Which could be hopeless (no pun intended) but between me and you... well, between me and creepers i don't know stalk my blog, that's not between me and you. You probably notice how i talk about things that I'm not involved in like i know what I'm talking about, like buddy wakefield or other things like athletics and oatmeal and young thai girls and christmas decorations. (To be honest, I'm still trying to remember the relationship between the last 2.)
This is probably longer than it should've been. I just figured since i can't save this as a draft for letters to a certain someone (which you probably know but I figured that I'd explain the app only has a post button; anyways.) That i would just make a reasonably sized for people to read.
I wonder if I'll start writing publicly on a regular basis. (My private writing practices will probably remain the same.) Anyways, i wouldn't usually say all this, I'm just not used to writing to more than one person. Blah.
I'm just going to shut up now.
Psyche. Random thought on a dream.
person who i know creeps on me: I had a dream where i was trying to impress you or inconspicuously get your intention from across the parking lot after school by running in a really weird way where i moved my arms twice as slow as my legs and jumping/climbing around on stuff. You came over and had on this weird green dress and pink 5 dollar flipflops. You looked amazing, but had a you been an old redneck, like a watermelon with one end cut off that lived in the deep south and enjoyed going on dates at kentucky fried chicken who'd been chain smoking. I woke up a litt upset that you weren't there but grateful for your sake that you have a better fashion sense. xD got i stick my foot in my mouth too much. Well, technically since it's about you, you are the one sticking my foot in my mouth. =p
Possibly bad html attempt: But hey, at least i didn't picture you as buddha.
Enough of these rants!
-hunter.
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