Miss Begotten is one of my pet names for myself, for Southern Gothic reasons best kept to myself. Miss Begotten tries to speak plainly, but sometimes she tends to babble -- parenthetically, of course. It's never my intention to offend (and usually that's true - except on those [maybe not so] rare occasions when I mean it very friggin' much) but it sometimes happens, so if you're unusually easily offended...
Monday, May 09, 2011
And The Oracle Said ... What?
Sometimes, I wonder. That's it. I just ... wonder. About everything. And question ... everything. And know -- what? Sometimes I fear I know nothing at all. You think you know something and then you find out you don't know squat. Some things never change. Will there always be more questions than answers? Of course! That makes me ... wonder. Damn, it's a vicious circle, isn't it? Holy crapezoids.
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Who wrote The Book of Love?
Thats what I wonder...
You mean I'd know all the secrets of life if I had a cootie catcher?!! Making one right now!!! LOL
GM, I think it was some dunderhead who don't know nothin' 'bout nothin'.
Well, you MIGHT, Roxan. So might I. So, where the hell does one acquire a cootie catcher? Can you make me one, too?:)
The picture on your blog post is a cootie catcher. I used to be able to make them but its been a long time. I think we called them fortune tellers or something like that. I never caught any cooties with one though. LOL
Oh, I thought it was a freakin' fortune thingie. I'll be addressing faulty thought processes on Wednesday. I hope my future isn't cooties.:)
going down that road long enough leads to happily living in a barrel....
There are days when I would seriously consider taking up residence in a barrel, Blog Author. LOL. Thanks for visiting!:)
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