August 22nd, 2008
The unHappy Hookah
I hate being ignored, and I hate being treated as an object.
“Until memory is allocated, an object does not exist.”
A rule defining an Object in computer programming
The Devil’s Circus came to town. We watched the freaks arrive en masse.
When they paraded through our streets, we turned a blind eye as they passed.
Safe in the comfort of our homes, we all forget the need to fear.
Lyrics from Skyclad, Gammadion Seed
August 22nd, 2008 at 2:23 am
what do you do with your photos? they look like you could almost step inside them… fantastic
nursemyras last blog post..moulin rouge friday
August 22nd, 2008 at 3:02 am
I’m just a little unhappy being me today. But only because of my diseased lungs.
Dolces last blog post..lergy
August 22nd, 2008 at 8:10 am
Yeah, I’d hate to be a hookah too. Or a hooker.
Bettinas last blog post..Listen and learn.
August 22nd, 2008 at 9:19 am
eheh Bettina “stole” my comment
Eidurs last blog post..16/08/2008 Partial Eclipse
August 22nd, 2008 at 12:55 pm
In most situations i am perfectly comfortable being ignored. I have always been a bit of a loner so when a good number of people are paying attention to me at one time i tend to feel very uncomfortable. Unless i know them well. Then it doesn’t matter.
August 22nd, 2008 at 3:20 pm
Yes being a Hookah is a stiff job. Used only for your hot being.
Rass last blog post..Lavender
August 22nd, 2008 at 5:48 pm
Sometimes I think you are much better off answering a question with a question, e.g. what do you think rather than answering the question directly. Not having good rhythm or being in time or out of tune is usually not apparent or of interest to those out of step.
Best wishes
lindsaylobes last blog post..Unfinished Superannuation Business
August 22nd, 2008 at 8:04 pm
Seraphine: InterestingI as alway!! just finished watching “The Notorious Betty Page” from HBO and this quote hit home. What timing you have!
August 22nd, 2008 at 11:09 pm
The path is filled with twists and turns, bumps and puddles, snakes and spiders. Sometimes it’s good to sit on a rock and watch others on their way.
susans last blog post..a hard landing
August 23rd, 2008 at 7:43 am
What has cold smoke to do with hot self esteem?
Nothing really, except that it might work as a catalyst…
Zees last blog post..public alley - do not enter
August 23rd, 2008 at 10:09 am
Being ignored is terrible! I hate it too!
Very good one Sera!
Carolina Langes last blog post..Versatile
August 23rd, 2008 at 10:10 am
Being ignored is terrible! I hate it too! Very good one Sera!
Carolina Langes last blog post..Versatile
August 23rd, 2008 at 11:55 am
The unhappy hooka… but then it it’s not happy with itself, how does it bring so much joy to others?
I can’t dance… I look like a gay retard when I try…
August 23rd, 2008 at 12:40 pm
Sera,
you are a little sweet devil you!!!
You brought tears to my eyes when you placed your comment at my blog - literally. I had to dive for tissue paper…
That is one side of the coin. The other is: If I ever make it back to LA, we will dance the night away. (I used to live in Venice for six months)
So much for now.
Zees last blog post..public alley - do not enter
August 23rd, 2008 at 12:58 pm
LOL
So many of us cannot get into that business. I gave it a try, it was a disaster. http://metaverse.acidzen.org/2007/when-i-was-a-teenage-whore
But hey, one cannot be tailored for everything.
dandellions last blog post..CorpGrid
August 23rd, 2008 at 2:56 pm
Being ignored caused love to turn to hate in my last relationship
Scaramouche Joness last blog post..Scaramouche’s Friday Facts 37
August 23rd, 2008 at 4:54 pm
I am one of those people who can´t dance, i have no rhythm at all!! heheh
a kiss!
have a great weekend!
Kiras last blog post..Like a feather in the air…
August 23rd, 2008 at 8:10 pm
i don’t really notice when i’m being ignored because most of the time, it’s me who ignores others. i mean, what’s the point? we stand alone together.
PMs last blog post..Model Cat
August 29th, 2008 at 1:08 am
What a hoo-ha about a hookah :)!
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