"Willy Nilly" <wanderingwill@gmail.com> wrote in message
news:1148958241.025796.206340@j73g2000cwa.googlegroups.com...

after watching tv and movies and stuff, i've decided that i need to
become a celebrity. yeah, i need want to go skydiving and subdiving
and windsurfing and partying and playing professional basketball. oh, i
also need to know how to play the guitar in a band.

yeah, i need to do a couple of interesting things in this life.

it would help in the relationship department as well.

after i am fully comfortable with who i am, other people, especially my
future soul mate, will become comfortable with who i am.

sometimes i wish i was a panda bear. i would sit in a bamboo forest
and serve my purpose - eat bamboo.

what is my purpose?

i am physically weak, hairy, balding, and nearly blind. i don't think
i was meant to play professional basketball. i probably was not meant
to reproduce either.

i tried to take this girl to an art museum. this was my lucky date.
the last one just stopped communicating with me. she told me she liked
me and then excommunicated me. so this was my lucky date. we ate
cuban (my idea) and tried to go the art museum. traffic was bad and by
the time we arrived, the musuem was closed. so we did what all really
boring people do on a first date - go to the movie. we watched the da
vinci code. she didn't like the movie. i liked it ok.

then the awkward silence ensued as she drove me back to my car. right
now, i'm watching dwade wayne, whatever his name is, slam dunk the
basketball. that must be fun. a small bug is crawling across my
computer screen.

today i tried to write an sql statement. i've been working on it for
two days. it still doesn't work.

i ate cuban today - another cuban sandwich. and i drank orange
gatorade. i'm reading egil's saga. it's about a bad-***** viking that
does what he wants when he wants how we wants to whom he wants.
another celebrity of sorts.

so i'm not really jealous of the fame that attends celebrity - just the
purpose. celebrities have a certain purpose they automatically fill,
and the purpose exceeds mediocrity. my purpose does not do this yet.

i'd like to think that greatness is not scarce, that everybody has some
important role to play in life's performance. but i can't help but
think these are hollow hopes.

any ideas on how to grow wings and fly?

change your user name

learn how to bend so that you can suck your own *****.






Willy Nilly wrote:

after watching tv and movies and stuff, i've decided that i need to
become a celebrity. yeah, i need want to go skydiving and subdiving
and windsurfing and partying and playing professional basketball. oh, i
also need to know how to play the guitar in a band.

yeah, i need to do a couple of interesting things in this life.

it would help in the relationship department as well.

after i am fully comfortable with who i am, other people, especially my
future soul mate, will become comfortable with who i am.

sometimes i wish i was a panda bear. i would sit in a bamboo forest
and serve my purpose - eat bamboo.

what is my purpose?

i am physically weak, hairy, balding, and nearly blind. i don't think
i was meant to play professional basketball. i probably was not meant
to reproduce either.

i tried to take this girl to an art museum. this was my lucky date.
the last one just stopped communicating with me. she told me she liked
me and then excommunicated me. so this was my lucky date. we ate
cuban (my idea) and tried to go the art museum. traffic was bad and by
the time we arrived, the musuem was closed. so we did what all really
boring people do on a first date - go to the movie. we watched the da
vinci code. she didn't like the movie. i liked it ok.

then the awkward silence ensued as she drove me back to my car. right
now, i'm watching dwade wayne, whatever his name is, slam dunk the
basketball. that must be fun. a small bug is crawling across my
computer screen.

today i tried to write an sql statement. i've been working on it for
two days. it still doesn't work.

i ate cuban today - another cuban sandwich. and i drank orange
gatorade. i'm reading egil's saga. it's about a bad-***** viking that
does what he wants when he wants how we wants to whom he wants.
another celebrity of sorts.

so i'm not really jealous of the fame that attends celebrity - just the
purpose. celebrities have a certain purpose they automatically fill,
and the purpose exceeds mediocrity. my purpose does not do this yet.

i'd like to think that greatness is not scarce, that everybody has some
important role to play in life's performance. but i can't help but
think these are hollow hopes.

any ideas on how to grow wings and fly?

start going to church, a real church not some new agey one, and you
will meet some nice sympathetic people, one of who might be that soul
mate ( you certainly won't find her online or in a bar) and you also
might meet Jesus, your only best friend when no one else likes you, and
he could even give you everlasting life in a better place than this, if
you ask Him...

start going to church, a real church not some new agey one, and you
will meet some nice sympathetic people, one of who might be that soul
mate ( you certainly won't find her online or in a bar) and you also
might meet Jesus, your only best friend when no one else likes you, and
he could even give you everlasting life in a better place than this, if
you ask Him...