Isolated Blurt Thread

[FatDino]

You have truly come of age

It made me smile and feel smug all the way home.

~~~

*hugs* starrkers

 

[Nirvanadragones]

I woke with this in my head:

Cos this is the day that everything changes
And your world stops turning, running straight,
Into the break lights, you've come to nothing
This is the day that everything changes and your worlds collide
You know in time you'll wake to find your a little unbroken

 

[bluebell]

Dear X-ishness as a Blurt with some wooooooooeeeeeeeeehaaaaaaaaa thrown in.
Dear You (meaning me),
I just wanted to let you know that you're weird- kinda loopy. You could say anything at this moment, and for that we're all glad that there are no humans around you for whom you can say anything to, were you to say anything to humans-thingies. I also remind you of the strange poem you said out loud to yourself this morning as you fixed a peanut butter and jam sandwich. You meant it to be jelly, but you were so sure you were buying jelly that you bought jam.
Thank heavens for the peanut butter. Even though the jam is a surprisingly good fill-in for the jelly. It could be a jelly impersonator as long as the jelly didn't want to become Cher because everyone knows there is only one Cher and only one set of Cher cheekbones.
You can stop posting now. You're sticking your foot in it. In fact, if you had ten feet all ten would be in it, too. Whatever "it" is.
You should probably go to bed. Yah.
Signed,
Thinger

 

[slyc_willie]

I woke with this in my head:

Cos this is the day that everything changes
And your world stops turning, running straight,
Into the break lights, you've come to nothing
This is the day that everything changes and your worlds collide
You know in time you'll wake to find your a little unbroken

Think I might go to sleep tonight, with that on my mind

 

[MagicaPractica]

Crap. I'm not good at not saying things. I have a really big mouth and I need to keep it shut. But I'm not going to say anything because it's none of my bloody business. *repeat ad infinitum*

 

[Guest]

*shivers* That just gives me the creeps.

 

[joeys-game]

Its a really fucked up night..something is gonna happen, i locked the door for the first time in FOREVER!

 

[damppanties]

Dear X-ishness as a Blurt with some wooooooooeeeeeeeeehaaaaaaaaa thrown in.
Dear You (meaning me),
I just wanted to let you know that you're weird- kinda loopy. You could say anything at this moment, and for that we're all glad that there are no humans around you for whom you can say anything to, were you to say anything to humans-thingies. I also remind you of the strange poem you said out loud to yourself this morning as you fixed a peanut butter and jam sandwich. You meant it to be jelly, but you were so sure you were buying jelly that you bought jam.
Thank heavens for the peanut butter. Even though the jam is a surprisingly good fill-in for the jelly. It could be a jelly impersonator as long as the jelly didn't want to become Cher because everyone knows there is only one Cher and only one set of Cher cheekbones.
You can stop posting now. You're sticking your foot in it. In fact, if you had ten feet all ten would be in it, too. Whatever "it" is.
You should probably go to bed. Yah.
Signed,
Thinger

Ms. Bellish Thinger,
I just wanted to say I love your loopy madness and I'd love to be the one around when you're unleashing your profound loopiness. Not that I think I'm human - I think I missed that by some, but it would be good. Yes. Good.
Signed,
This Person.

 

[damppanties]

The mouse. The mouse. Last night I saw it running on the ledge in front of the window. There was light shining in and it was dark inside the room, so his little shadow moved on the ledge from left to right, and then when he was in the rightmost corner, I got up and ran to the window and tried to catch him. In my bare hands.

I have no idea which part of my brain told me to do it. If I knew, I'd probably want to cut it out or something, but... what was I thinking?!

The mouse - he jumped from the ledge, onto my hand... using it as a stepping stone and then jumped off to the floor. The mouse. Was on my hand. For a second.

Dear God.

*deep breaths*

Anyway, the little bastid is still in my room, happily scurrying around making little noises as it brushes against plastic bags or such stuff, acting as if nothing happened. I, on the other hand, am scarred. For life.

*gets the shudders again*

ps. EL, there were no clogs.

 

[scheherazade_79]

Never ever pass up on an opportunity to get high

 

[Vermilion]

The mouse. The mouse. Last night I saw it running on the ledge in front of the window. There was light shining in and it was dark inside the room, so his little shadow moved on the ledge from left to right, and then when he was in the rightmost corner, I got up and ran to the window and tried to catch him. In my bare hands.

I have no idea which part of my brain told me to do it. If I knew, I'd probably want to cut it out or something, but... what was I thinking?!

The mouse - he jumped from the ledge, onto my hand... using it as a stepping stone and then jumped off to the floor. The mouse. Was on my hand. For a second.

Dear God.

*deep breaths*

Anyway, the little bastid is still in my room, happily scurrying around making little noises as it brushes against plastic bags or such stuff, acting as if nothing happened. I, on the other hand, am scarred. For life.

*gets the shudders again*

ps. EL, there were no clogs.

Our cats bring mice in all the time. The very best thing to catch them is a jam jar - corner them and put the jam jar in front of them and they run in, cos they don;t see the glass, then you slap the lid on, take the jar far far away from your house and shake out the mouse.

x
V

 

[impressive]

Never ever pass up on an opportunity to get high

Or have sex.

 

[Tarakin]

Thanks everyone!



Pffft. cheek. That's it, im coming to Germany RIGHT NOW!

You are always welcome here, Grace!
Mental note to myself: Have to nail the street urgently...

 

[Fallenfromgrace]

Never ever pass up on an opportunity to get high

I will watch you and laugh as you talk shit

that will be the extent of my involvement.

 

[Fallenfromgrace]

The mouse. The mouse. Last night I saw it running on the ledge in front of the window. There was light shining in and it was dark inside the room, so his little shadow moved on the ledge from left to right, and then when he was in the rightmost corner, I got up and ran to the window and tried to catch him. In my bare hands.

I have no idea which part of my brain told me to do it. If I knew, I'd probably want to cut it out or something, but... what was I thinking?!

The mouse - he jumped from the ledge, onto my hand... using it as a stepping stone and then jumped off to the floor. The mouse. Was on my hand. For a second.

Dear God.

*deep breaths*

Anyway, the little bastid is still in my room, happily scurrying around making little noises as it brushes against plastic bags or such stuff, acting as if nothing happened. I, on the other hand, am scarred. For life.

*gets the shudders again*

ps. EL, there were no clogs.

This is why dad's and uncles were invented.

To get rid of mice, and spiders and such.

A few years ago, dad was on a nightshift, and mum was up late atching TV. She passed out in front of the TV and when she woke up there was a mouse scurrying around the room. She was screaming so much, calling me (i was in bed). It must have been 2 in the morning at least.

She rang her younger brother up, who at the time was living with my grandmother about 5 minutes away by car. Her older brother lived in the house next door, so they both came.

It was 2am, and she was standing on the sofa- they had to let themselves in, and she was nearly sobbing, and they had to catch the mouse and get rid of it.

They did.

Then they went home. 5 minutes later, im heading back upstairs, and there's the HUUUUUGE spider on the wall opposite me, and i HAVE to pass it as i turn at the top stairs. I started screaming.

My mum called my uncles up, and her younger brother refused to come back and deal with that. He said hoover it up. So, i got the hoover, and i extended the pipe as far as i could, and from as far away as possible, i hoovered it up, and i dropped the thing as the spider came down it under my hand.

EUGHGHHH

neways.

So, this is what dad's and mamaji's are for, Didi.

 

[damppanties]

This is why dad's and uncles were invented.

To get rid of mice, and spiders and such.

A few years ago, dad was on a nightshift, and mum was up late atching TV. She passed out in front of the TV and when she woke up there was a mouse scurrying around the room. She was screaming so much, calling me (i was in bed). It must have been 2 in the morning at least.

She rang her younger brother up, who at the time was living with my grandmother about 5 minutes away by car. Her older brother lived in the house next door, so they both came.

It was 2am, and she was standing on the sofa- they had to let themselves in, and she was nearly sobbing, and they had to catch the mouse and get rid of it.

They did.

Then they went home. 5 minutes later, im heading back upstairs, and there's the HUUUUUGE spider on the wall opposite me, and i HAVE to pass it as i turn at the top stairs. I started screaming.

My mum called my uncles up, and her younger brother refused to come back and deal with that. He said hoover it up. So, i got the hoover, and i extended the pipe as far as i could, and from as far away as possible, i hoovered it up, and i dropped the thing as the spider came down it under my hand.

EUGHGHHH

neways.

So, this is what dad's and mamaji's are for, Didi.

lmao. No, but see, I'm not afraid. It's just disgusting. After I went and washed my hands I was fine. But... yuck!

eta: I can't imagine telling dad to get rid of it. It's not that he's afraid of mice or anything, just that such menial tasks are beneath him. He's royalty. And there's no other male in the household or anyone who'd come and do such stuff. I don't mind it really. I'm totally capable of dealing with it. I'll just have to scrub and scrub myself clean afterwards.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

It's not always about you and I, sometimes it's about you, I, others, life, everything around me and it just is a way to get it all out on print. Trust me. You always have before. That's what made our friendship so special. No reason to stop now. I've not changed in that regard. I'll still always be honest with you, and I always have been. Again. . .trust me. I'm very happy for you and I mean that.

I think I'm done now. . . written things out to you and blurted, so perhaps now I can stop thinking about it for a moment and just wait to hear back from you. You're my best friend. Don't let your feelings of what you "think" may be all about us cause you to doubt what we do have a great friendship.

 

[joeys-game]

Holy fuck....imp...

 

[FatDino]

lmao. No, but see, I'm not afraid. It's just disgusting. After I went and washed my hands I was fine. But... yuck!

eta: I can't imagine telling dad to get rid of it. It's not that he's afraid of mice or anything, just that such menial tasks are beneath him. He's royalty. And there's no other male in the household or anyone who'd come and do such stuff. I don't mind it really. I'm totally capable of dealing with it. I'll just have to scrub and scrub myself clean afterwards.

Hey, I'm off today and tomorrow. Let me go have brekkie then I'll *help you out* with that mouse problem of yours.

 

[damppanties]

Hey, I'm off today and tomorrow. Let me go have brekkie then I'll *help you out* with that mouse problem of yours.

*raised eyebrow*
I fail to see anything remotely ish in there. You'll have to enlighten me.

 

[MagicaPractica]

The mouse - he jumped from the ledge, onto my hand... using it as a stepping stone and then jumped off to the floor. The mouse. Was on my hand. For a second...


Anyway, the little bastid is still in my room

Just wash your hand and get over it. And don't go all New York on us. Is that Bronx or Brooklynese? I'm not even sure anymore. *sigh* It's only three hours away and I never go anymore.




Blurt: It was really hard but I did it! I kept my mouth shut... Yay me!

 

[damppanties]

Just wash your hand and get over it.

I did.

And don't go all New York on us. Is that Bronx or Brooklynese? I'm not even sure anymore. *sigh* It's only three hours away and I never go anymore.

Neither. It's avoidance. I have a problem with curse words and stuff. *sigh*

 

[MagicaPractica]

I did.


Neither. It's avoidance. I have a problem with curse words and stuff. *sigh*

Hey! Now you're editing who I even am? Sheesh! LOL You editor, you.

 

[damppanties]

Hey! Now you're editing who I even am? Sheesh! LOL You editor, you.

Well, you should've been named that from the start. *shrug* It's all your fault.

 

[MagicaPractica]

Well, you should've been named that from the start. *shrug* It's all your fault.

Who the hell would call themself TheBeautifulWoman? That would be soooo incredibly vain. If you meet anyone who calls themself that, just walk away. Don't spare a second thought.