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It's becoming apparent, after a plethora of conversation where I may or may not divulge too much, that few people share the same passion for random neurological explorations as I do. However, discussions almost unanimously end up assessing that fish is meat, so that one I'll just have to let go despite how wrong thesaurus would tell them they are.
There are quite a lot of vegetarians here not surprisingly, and while hypothetical questions are answered, they are seldom entertained - as that weird guy in the corner who sometimes laughs out loud of his own thoughts would. You would think that if fish grew from the seabed, it would have serious ethical ramifications for vegetarians, not to mention all the humorous situations that might arise from such a glorious mental scene. I'll move away from this digression soon, but please try to share the amusement inherent in a shark staring romantically at the surface - or the blurred sky, whatever you call it from below - and while having nothing better to do, just knocks his neighboring fish over like an inverted punching bag.
Another thing that might seem a tad off is my newly acquired lust for angry sex. The true story behind this is that I did a little acting after another hypothetical question that was impulsively decided to be too good to be true. My point was that since catholic sex was not to be enjoyed, angry sex has to be a great loophole - and a decidedly real one judging from all the headlines from overly religious countries. It doesn't exactly help my case that I know that videos containing such material are illegal in Britain, a fact I'm incapable of concealing, but I think the accusations are all made in good sport. Like the sign on my door that says that I'm wanking really hard. I don't value their right to put stuff whatever they want on my door, but it does give me the option of explaining away whatever the hell I'm actually doing late at night.
Also, to notify all family members who for some reason suddenly decided to tell each other about my blog and actually read it; disregard everything I say. Always.
I don't hate me
