La vi en Guayaquil,
Bailando en Santiago,
Y es que el gran sol de Colombia me alumbra la pena,
de que ya no tengo cerca mi morena...
I am feeling wonderful for someone who detests winter.
I am feeling very olympic today.
Having spent today wandering around sunny Florida I have a groundbreaking new theory to share with you:
That theory being that I will most likely never find my "soulmate" if such a person exists.
Consider:
I can never make my mind up about anything, thus my dream girl would be a walking contradiction.
Elegant but clutsy, intelligent but capable of extreme stupidity, expensive tastes but low maintanence, tender as well as cruel (I like my girls with a mean streak)... and 1.53 Metric Myriads of various other less than common traits.
Then taking into account that roughly 1.7 Billion of the 3 Billion women (female being the gender I prefer... I know beggers can't be choosers, right?
) on the planet are Asian, that most Asian countries are under-developed and that even in the more urban nations the women can be marginalized and are not necc. going to speak English...
..that leaves roughly 1 Billion women for me to find my special ONE, almost half of whom are not of a marriageable age ( marriageable.. is that a word? aaah! it IS! its in the dictsheeonary, by Dubya!)
Thus, taking into account the various other countries they might be in, languages I don't comprehend, the vast distance which might seperate us, and that fact that any woman who meets my criteria must most assuredly rock so violently that they are already spoken for, it becomes readily apparent that Vegas odds are stacked against my finding and succesfully confusing my true love enough to marry me.
Now, having understood that simple tidbizzle of information... my choices are clear: die alone and unloved, or become well-versed in robotics and programming and develop my own soulmate.
Which brings me, ultimately, and with many sentances which have run onwards, to my question for you:
what spiffy sci-fi toy should I give my RoboBride?
The Borg Ocular Laser thingie? Faux cyborg isn't as sexy as real cyborg... but its still pretty close!
The Matrix Neck-jack-thingie. I'm against this because i'd prefer my new bride to be wireless.
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Make one side of her face Terminator-esque (specifically to resemble the Robot half, not the Austrian)... wouldn't that be great to make love to!
I need ideas here folks!
Also... spare parts if you have any!
Bailando en Santiago,
Y es que el gran sol de Colombia me alumbra la pena,
de que ya no tengo cerca mi morena...
I am feeling wonderful for someone who detests winter.
I am feeling very olympic today.
Having spent today wandering around sunny Florida I have a groundbreaking new theory to share with you:
That theory being that I will most likely never find my "soulmate" if such a person exists.
Consider:
I can never make my mind up about anything, thus my dream girl would be a walking contradiction.
Elegant but clutsy, intelligent but capable of extreme stupidity, expensive tastes but low maintanence, tender as well as cruel (I like my girls with a mean streak)... and 1.53 Metric Myriads of various other less than common traits.
Then taking into account that roughly 1.7 Billion of the 3 Billion women (female being the gender I prefer... I know beggers can't be choosers, right?
) on the planet are Asian, that most Asian countries are under-developed and that even in the more urban nations the women can be marginalized and are not necc. going to speak English...
..that leaves roughly 1 Billion women for me to find my special ONE, almost half of whom are not of a marriageable age ( marriageable.. is that a word? aaah! it IS! its in the dictsheeonary, by Dubya!)
Thus, taking into account the various other countries they might be in, languages I don't comprehend, the vast distance which might seperate us, and that fact that any woman who meets my criteria must most assuredly rock so violently that they are already spoken for, it becomes readily apparent that Vegas odds are stacked against my finding and succesfully confusing my true love enough to marry me.
Now, having understood that simple tidbizzle of information... my choices are clear: die alone and unloved, or become well-versed in robotics and programming and develop my own soulmate.
Which brings me, ultimately, and with many sentances which have run onwards, to my question for you:
what spiffy sci-fi toy should I give my RoboBride?
The Borg Ocular Laser thingie? Faux cyborg isn't as sexy as real cyborg... but its still pretty close!
The Matrix Neck-jack-thingie. I'm against this because i'd prefer my new bride to be wireless.
Make one side of her face Terminator-esque (specifically to resemble the Robot half, not the Austrian)... wouldn't that be great to make love to!
I need ideas here folks!
Also... spare parts if you have any!
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synnove:
heeey i remember you
synnove:
yeah '04 will be the memorable rollercoaster. and '05 will be spent recouperating. i'm scared to take another adventure though, i don't want it to turn out badly again.