Monday, July 28, 2003

 

7/28/03

Welcome to another edition of the OoOoWeE Insight!

I'm a Jr. Groomsman, and I have no idea what I do.

I was up all night again. Well, kind of. I stayed up long enough to see the sunrise. You know, I keep telling myself that one day, Ima bust out a piece of paper and sketch the sucka, but I have yet to do so. I really should. Its a beautiful sight that helps put things into perspective. But enough about Kristina-- I mean, Jasmine-- I mean, Quynhy-- I mean, a churro stand.

Mmm....churros.

Something that has been bothering some readers...
Yes, I realize you spell "just" with a "t" and not like "juss" but that's how I do it EXCLUSIVELY for this site. I feel it gives it sort of an edge as compared to other blogs and xangas. Whereare most feel free to sport "cyber-spelling slang" ALL OVER their entries, making it appear that they're all illiterate and smarter than I am, I only use it on ONE word and ONE word only. That's how OG I am. Juss deal with it. Word. Holla.

Punch me. No, seriously. Smack me right in the face right now.

What's an oxymoron? An angry asian kid. That's an oxymoron.

Dimples, combined with glasses, makes for one deadly combo. That's juss plain evil.

Its difficult to have a rehearsed routine as compared to broken rhythm.

I found out today that I have my own dialect. That's right, its called the RyRy dialect. As seen used by the spontaneous, smooth-operator types. Its grooving, lemme tell ya.

Everyone and their mother had some sort of camp or whatnot to go to last week.

Everyone and their mother has some sort of Xanga or whatnot to write in every week.

She juss had that strange appeal. Cats didn't wanna rub up against her, they wanted to lounge out with her.

Y'know, the eskimos had over a hundred words for snow. They must've gotten beyond detailed with this stiffizzle. Mushy snow, hard snow, edible snow. A hundred variations. Almost as fun as watching Nascar live.

I love the sound and feeling of rain.

I hate the after-cold you get after walking in the rain.

i have a problem with analyzing new people I meet or trying to map out strangers and their background history. I'm right about 75% of the time and I hate it.

I don't open up to a lot of people, but I usually don't have to 'cause there's nothing in the present box.

Speaking of presents, I'm horrible with those. I'll juss go to Quynhy for ideas because she's all original and pro at gift giving ideas.

My laid-back attitude might get me in trouble one day. I'm too much of a compromiser.

Where do Hawaiians and Cancunians go on vacation?

Her smile could deflect bullets, I'm sure.

I'm sorry, but some kids juss deserve to get judo-tossed across the street. How do parents not realize how much of a brat they're raising?

I think when I'm older and rich, I'm going to cause a lot of mayhem on the idiots in my general area and then when the coppa's take me in, I'll blame it on schitzophrenia and implosive anger.

There's nothing wrong with a chica who plays videogames.

There's something ironic with homosexual Mr. Isaac telling the viewers to go visit Cox.com for contest details.

I'm up for new things. I'm always willing to empty my cup to taste your tea, you dig?

"Brotha, you come straight out of a comic book."

Docking out...
-Ryan : as Ryan as paralipophobia

Ryan posted this at 12:05 AM.