Sarcasm is the Truest Language
There's something magical about the internet. I'm thinking of Facebook specifically in this case.
I can have some kinda tremendous motivation. I'm gonna write a blog post and an email and a poem. I'm gonna make dinner. I'm gonna send a résumé. I'm gonna work on my website. I'm gonna start my script. I'm gonna add a new chapter to my book. All these things! And then I scroll through the Facebook feed, and my motivation slips away like kissing a dementor. POW.
In other news, I most likely perhaps am now finally maybe perchance beginning Red Wolph Readings next week! I only use all those modifiers because no one likes getting their hopes up and down over and over again, but I'm almost mostly% pretty much moderately entirely kind of sure I get to start videos this time!
I might even hypothetically with some varying level of likelihood depending on unknown factors get to work on Rudolph Strategies videos too!
Bloody. I'm tired. Mostly my own fault.
It's chilly! Also mostly my own fault. Jk. Entirely my own fault. I control the weather.
Should ok be capitalized? What is "ok"? What is "okay"?! What is the difference?!?
Dude, cold weather is so cozy: blankets and sweaters and fires and more blankets.
Dingle doodle. I need to write a billion things. I had like five minutes to spare this morning. I wanted to write! I knew I couldn't blog and share, but I wanted to. I want to write all the things! Seven Colors calls my name! They all call my name! Meadowvale: I have high hopes for her. I haven't fretted about her in a while, but she waits quietly. She's ready to move on though. I don't have a working title for the second book though. "The Old Words"? "Allison's Journey"? Whatever. We'll see.
You need to listen to Vienna Teng.
Why do people only like half their brains? I mean, it's a cute theory to think that rigor is in your left hemisphere and artsiness is in your right hemisphere, but — even if that cute, little theory were solid — why restrict yourself to one half? Whatevs. Gotta do whatcha gotta do. I'll take both though.
Sarcasm is my favorite language. English is my mother tongue, so there's the most comfort with it. German was a big part of my childhood. Spanish hit me in some formative years. But I think Sarcasm is my favorite. I think it's the truest language.
Even Jesus spoke it:
Slowly but surely, I'm learning how to speak it better. It takes work like any other language.
I had brownies, ice cream, and strawberries yesterday. It was delicious. I am often amazed at cakes. "This is so good! You should get a piece!" It's sugar-flavored paste on sugar-flavored foam: not what I would really recommend.
UGH, I'm not getting started on that just now. Maybe after dinner.
Peace out at least for now.
I can have some kinda tremendous motivation. I'm gonna write a blog post and an email and a poem. I'm gonna make dinner. I'm gonna send a résumé. I'm gonna work on my website. I'm gonna start my script. I'm gonna add a new chapter to my book. All these things! And then I scroll through the Facebook feed, and my motivation slips away like kissing a dementor. POW.
In other news, I most likely perhaps am now finally maybe perchance beginning Red Wolph Readings next week! I only use all those modifiers because no one likes getting their hopes up and down over and over again, but I'm almost mostly% pretty much moderately entirely kind of sure I get to start videos this time!
I might even hypothetically with some varying level of likelihood depending on unknown factors get to work on Rudolph Strategies videos too!
Bloody. I'm tired. Mostly my own fault.
It's chilly! Also mostly my own fault. Jk. Entirely my own fault. I control the weather.
Should ok be capitalized? What is "ok"? What is "okay"?! What is the difference?!?
Dude, cold weather is so cozy: blankets and sweaters and fires and more blankets.
Dingle doodle. I need to write a billion things. I had like five minutes to spare this morning. I wanted to write! I knew I couldn't blog and share, but I wanted to. I want to write all the things! Seven Colors calls my name! They all call my name! Meadowvale: I have high hopes for her. I haven't fretted about her in a while, but she waits quietly. She's ready to move on though. I don't have a working title for the second book though. "The Old Words"? "Allison's Journey"? Whatever. We'll see.
You need to listen to Vienna Teng.
Why do people only like half their brains? I mean, it's a cute theory to think that rigor is in your left hemisphere and artsiness is in your right hemisphere, but — even if that cute, little theory were solid — why restrict yourself to one half? Whatevs. Gotta do whatcha gotta do. I'll take both though.
Sarcasm is my favorite language. English is my mother tongue, so there's the most comfort with it. German was a big part of my childhood. Spanish hit me in some formative years. But I think Sarcasm is my favorite. I think it's the truest language.
Even Jesus spoke it:
Jesus said to her, “Go, call your husband, and come here.” The woman answered him, “I have no husband.” Jesus said to her, “You are right in saying, ‘I have no husband’; for you have had five husbands, and the one you now have is not your husband. What you have said is true.” (John 4:16-18)But I think it's the truest language because it is both serious and silly at the same time. It is silly because it makes a play on words; it is serious because it beckons the other person to be sharper about their thoughts, sharper about their words. It makes a joke and opens the door for lightheartedness, but it also acts as a kind of debate/retort.
Slowly but surely, I'm learning how to speak it better. It takes work like any other language.
I had brownies, ice cream, and strawberries yesterday. It was delicious. I am often amazed at cakes. "This is so good! You should get a piece!" It's sugar-flavored paste on sugar-flavored foam: not what I would really recommend.
UGH, I'm not getting started on that just now. Maybe after dinner.
Peace out at least for now.
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