Symptoms of Cretinism

Maybe its just me. I've never come around to appreciating overly-eloquent writing - yes, I see your superb command of the language, thank you very much. And? I mean, its one thing to get your sentences right, its another to have whoever reads it drown in its complexity and highfalutingness (if there is such a word). There are those out there, of course, who are eloquent and highfalutin but write with panache and style - they're so good that you - I, at least - seriously contemplate the point of continuing to write. Why bother, when everything you dish out gets seriously owned and pawned by people who weave out magnificent, grandiose, and eloquent, but very understandable and easily appreciated lines out of their minds as easily as they take a poop (unless they're constipated)? It's just so unfair. And yes, that was my insecurity whining. Some of you out there might subsequently want to seek me out and bash my face in for sounding like some self-important, arrogant, el...

I've been unable to post anything for quite a while now, due to my continuing bum status, although that's not to say that I've settled into being a useless, jobless moron. In one of my recent job-finding-related wanderings around our pollution-filled metropolis, one of the writing jobs I applied for gave an exam where I was supposed to write something about er, let's say, something that happens behind closed doors. And pictures were included, to enhance the whole effect. Neat, huh? I don't think I'm allowed to post those pictures here, but there was something there that said "Two giant dicks in one tiny asshole." You get the picture. Here's what I wrote: I've always wondered how it would be like to be a porn star. All those women lying on the bed like sex depraved nymphomaniacs with their perfect looking breasts and their legs spread so wide that they seem to be inviting you in. And on top of it all, I'd be paid to do those women who'...

The date changes, and everyone goes back to the stone age. About 9PM last night, I was in a tricycle on my way home when some infantile moron decided that it would be great fun to throw a very powerful firecracker in our path. Really, if murder wasn't a crime, I'd like to throw one of them super lolos at whoever's face that was. Now that would be really fun. I absolutely abhore New Year - all that damned noise. What people get out of playing with firecrackers, I haven't the faintest idea. Nevertheless, I wish everyone - except that infantile moron - a Prosperous and Happy New Year.