"circumvention has nothing to with circumcision OR interventions..."
"discuss!"
newsflash!!!
it has been brought to my attention that i am a rambler.
as in blahblahblahblahblah...
a circular talker.
a virgo.
a lady.
lady godiva was a freedom rider
well, not exactly a lady, per se, but a female human person.
did you know that many women are known to occasionally speak in circles until they/we get to the point?
and it is also said that many human men are said to storm through an idea verbally, in the "a to b" style?
i was unaware of these gross generalizations, until this past week.
not one, but three men who are very close to me informed me about my little habit.
and it is also said that many human men are said to storm through an idea verbally, in the "a to b" style?
i was unaware of these gross generalizations, until this past week.
not one, but three men who are very close to me informed me about my little habit.
or shall i say- our little habit?!?
yes, that feels better.
yes, that feels better.
fuck you, long-eared jerboa,
i will sucker-punch you in your cute and tiny face.
watch your back, bitch.
i had always prided myself [falsely?] upon being a direct person.
i speak clearly from my mind, or heart.
directly.
or so i thought.
but last night- the straw broke the camel's back.
"violet, are you drunk?" one guy-pal asked me on the phone.
seriously, what the hell?
"no, are you fucking drunk?"
"no!
well,
it's just that you rambled on
soooooooo long
to tell me that
one thing
that..."
well,
it's just that you rambled on
soooooooo long
to tell me that
one thing
that..."
let's get the led out, shall we?
at that point,
i stopped listening.
i heard the word rambling.
enough said...
how dare someone tell moi,
that i,
blessed queen of communication,
of both word and free-form dance expressions,
am a rambler- a circumblahblahblaher?
that i,
blessed queen of communication,
of both word and free-form dance expressions,
am a rambler- a circumblahblahblaher?
but instead of getting right back on the high horse i fell off of,
i laughed.
i laughed.
after all, i did take 5 minutes to try and explain...
what was i saying again?
what was i saying again?
i have no clue.
nada.
zip.
but on the other hand,
i have been told by many past and present dearies, whom i totally respect and mutually adore,
that they love me for my rambling colloquialisms!
i have been told by many past and present dearies, whom i totally respect and mutually adore,
that they love me for my rambling colloquialisms!
so, in the greatest sense of the phrase,
i am a gratuitous violet.
i am a gratuitous violet.
take me- ramblings and all!
and since i started this dumb pointless ramble, i forgot what i originally intended to blob about.
hi- my name is violet, and i ramble -
occasionally,
to the point of short-term amnesia.
and just so you know-
it took me 3 days to post this bullshit.
no exaggeration.
occasionally,
to the point of short-term amnesia.
where was i...?
and just so you know-
it took me 3 days to post this bullshit.
no exaggeration.
talk about round-about
You do warn us at the top of the blog of rambling. I like rambling but in the English sense of stomping around the countryside in big boots with my trousers tucked into wooly socks. My problem is when people ramble at me in a talking sense them my mind wanders off and I stop listening. I worked with a woman once who would tak solidly for 30 minutes while my eyes glazed over and I thought about who would win in a fight between Barack Obama and David Cameron.
ReplyDeletetony- it sounds like you could use a different co-worker.... i jest about my blatherings, but that is crazy.
ReplyDeleteI have a tendency to ramble too. I wonder what that says about me. :P I love your rambling ways. Ooooo, look, pretty shiny things....
ReplyDeleteWhat were we talking about again?
You get away with rambling because you're funny and interesting. As long as you don't get to the stage where you talk AT people rather than to them, everyone will still love you :)
ReplyDeleterambling is all good in the neighborhood!
ReplyDeletedo you want me to off that jerboa for you? cuz i'll do it. you know what? consider it DONE!
Nothing wrong with rambling on. I do it quite often.
ReplyDeleteAlthough, I would have preferred a picture of Yoko climbing Mt. John, instead of the other way around. Although, we ARE talking Yoko Ono. Probably best to keep her clothes on.
Sometimes, I like to talk a lot.
ReplyDeleteI often describe my style of telling a story as this : some people start at the gate and walk straight up the path to the front door, whereas I prefer to go around the block, down a path, get lost amongst the bushes for a bit before eventually finding the back door.
ReplyDeleteTakes longer but it's never boring and you never know what else you might uncover on the way.
Carry on I say !
oh thanks my rambling kinfolk! i too adore your blobbing and silliness, and i guess it has nothing to do with vagina or penis.
ReplyDeletethank goodness, they need to stay out of it, and mind their p's and q's.
for once!
and as i say- if the story makes you laugh, or at least- smile... it's not a waste. we all know those dodos who ramble on about coupons, or their f'n kids' grades, or blahblahblah.
to them i say:
sshhhhhhhhh.
Found this - thought of you :)
ReplyDeletehttp://www.stumbleupon.com/su/2jRGYC/dd.dynamicdiagrams.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/orrery_2006.swf
dcg- that was sooooo cool. mega-thanks!!!!
ReplyDeletelike the 3rd grader's science fair project that grew up. or like ogra from the dark crystal.
that movie rules.
when i am an old lady, i will be like her.
a jim henson puppet who scares youth...
hooray!