A bunch of months on. . . .
Still in my tin house. This time though, on a bed. Would you get a load of that! Furniture. There’s some few developments too, for one, my typing speed’s improved considerably, I can type “considerably” without a glancing back at the keyboard 
I lie.
I hate ambitious people. They are like a plague. I mean there’s only this much *making the itsy bitsy sign with my fingers, with an Italian twinge*, enthusiasm I can take about the future and its prospects favouring you without wanting to puke.
The way I see it, ambition is . . .Oh what the heck, lemmi just say what the flab I started out saying. The fact that I don’t have a five year plan or whatever is NOT probable cause for flagging me as a directionless hobo with no sights for tomorrow, Ok. maybe it is . I just think the future should be left in the realm of the unknown you know? Oh come on! Don’t tell me the thought of being a micro speck in the vastness of the universe doesn’t intimidate you in the least bit. There’s gazillions of permutations of events that can take place on this here obscure rock in a second to plan five friggin years into the bloody future. Yeah sure the whole securing your future model works for for quite a number of people, but I’m not about to give up living for being stuck in some cryogenic existence hoping to blossom in the soddin’ future. I’m too awesome not to be impulsive.
Which brings me to my point, I want me a 32′ Samsung plasma (Oh that shyte is brilliant!) plus its reasonably priced, enough to be acquired impulsively . Now my opinionated and infinitely annoying ummmm for lack of a better description I’ll stick to friend for now, thinks its a gross mistake and makes a shanking argument why its a dumb idea for me to “spend money I don’t have”.
Can you believe the gambinos on this guy? I can perfectly make a sound financial decision on my own thank you, hehe as long as I can count on you to bail me out when manure hits the fan.
But I digress.
There’s nothing worthwhile to blog about nowadays, well except for technology. Its the only darned thing interesting enough to talk about on here, or so I think. Take for example my rambling before, we all have enough stuff going on in our own tiny miserable lives to give a damn about somebody else’s childish approach to his finances. Word? And yet those of us that still do, do it. For the heck of it. . .for selfish reasons? To revel in the flimsy spotlight of the scanty notoriety you get from suggesting your blog as an “interesting site” to your friends. . .the ones that won’t judge your pseudo intellect or lack thereof too harshly, because hey! We all need to feel good about ourselves, even when we’re being ridiculously desperate for said feeling.
Apparently knowing perl. . .well enough to make it make you breakfast, generates a stupendous amount of satisfaction so much so, you always have this smug look on your face. I WANT THAT! Therefore, I’m on a tough perl tuts diet, those php posers at work won’t know what hit ‘em, LOL why did I bring that up.
Lemmi get back to trying to decide between Ugali with Scrambled eggs and fried githeri.
Soundtrack(artist,song)
{
artist = “The Villagers Band”;
song = “Superstar”;
}
So long.
Rombo
March 18, 2011
seriously, great writing voice.
but i’m so going to track down these so-called ‘php posers’. and when i do … *evil laughter across the land* (written to the tune of the king of pop’s very own, ‘thriller’)
Rombo
March 18, 2011
ps, you’re in trouble when people get vicariously ambitious for you.
. yeah, that might be a threat.
bantutu
March 21, 2011
I totally forgot about my target practice on ambition on this here thing, and about that threat. . .I am officially afraid