September 29, 2013
-
My Midnight Confessions
-I am currently naked.
-Most of the time I emulate Donald Duck around the house. I wear shirts but no pants.
-I really am beginning to dislike the new Xanga. I think Coke 2 had a better plan than Xanga 2.
-As of today since Xanga 2 has started, I have received 2000 spam messages.
-If I’m being followed by a car on a country road, I sometimes pretend they are secret agents and I have to lose them. If I am not pretending that, I am pretending that giant chainsaws are extending from both sides of my car and I cut down everything. I also wave at everyone on the road when driving outside of the town.
-When I interact with a girl, I try to make her feel that I’m not interested but 9 times out of 10, I am.
-I drink Dixie Cups full of water like they are shots.
-Before I enter my car I look in the back seat to make sure no one is there.
- Before I enter my house I look around to make sure there isn’t anyone around.
-I refuse to sit in a restaurant with my back to an entrance.
-I watched The Princess Bride once and I hated it.
-When I go to Walmart or any place that has automatic doors, I pretend that I have telekinesis and I am opening the doors with my brain.
-I still eat snow especially when hunting because it cools me down and makes my breath disappear.
-I hate broccoli.
-I didn’t go to my prom because my school didn’t have prom. My sophomore year was the first year they had dances and the freshmen year was the first year they allowed students to wear blue jeans.
-I look behind the shower curtain whenever I go to the bathroom because I fear someone may be hiding in there that either wants to harm me or take my photo while urinating.
-Whenever I go to a public restroom, I go into a stall so I can look for graffiti.
-Whenever I walk uphill, I fart so I have extra propulsion.
-When I am showering I move my arm so that the water will run down to my fingertips making me an aquatic Wolverine.
-I cling to the hope that one day I will meet a nice woman and get married and be happy. I am losing hope but you could restore my hope.
-I have always wanted to do a post like this mostly because of the song.
It's too bad...I can't figure out how to embed videos. Can you? All you do on WordPress is just drop the embed code into the editor.
Comments (20)
Haha, the aquatic Wolverine.
Holy crap, that many spam messages? That's insane. I don't think I've gotten any. ... not sure if I'm jealous of you or not haha
I've often thought it was because of the photos I use, especially those of celebrities. For a while if you typed certain celebrities names, my Xanga page would come up quite often in the Google image searches.
I am so boring that I do not get spam messages except in Hawaii where they love canned Spam--no kidding.
I also make sure the house is empty when I get home. lol Who would want me anyway.
Finding true love is elusive and once found evolves into married life.
Have a very nice Sunday.
I am disappointed in the current Xanga. So few of my old friends are around. I went through my list and about half of them were gone. Very depressing. I am actually doing better in Blogster and WordPress. Too bad. I am busier writing 3 posts and keeping up, but not that many comments anymore. I sure hope it gets better, but I fear it will never feel the same. It is about how it feels, not about how cute it works. I want my old friends back and it will never happen.
I am so happy to have you, Jilly, Carolyn, Barbara, etc. I found Journaling Susan in WordPress. Ruth is there and TD.
I wish you well.
frank
I am not a fan of that meat Spam. I went to college in Minnesota and one weekend we took a little road trip to go to the Spam Museum.
http://www.spam.com/spam-101/the-spam-museum
I think one of the reasons why I'm paranoid about people in the house is one day I came home from school and I was complaining out loud to myself about how my parents had moved some of my stuff and then I walk into the living room and there are two ladies sitting on our couch. They were there for a surprise birthday party for my mom. That was the night we started bombing Iraq under George Bush. The next surprise party my dad threw for my mom was on the day the Supreme Court decided that George W. Bush was president.
I think I found true love but it was snatched from me but then I think that's the hilarity of life.
I think it's easier to keep up with comments on the new one but I don't get why I bother replying since people don't know I replied. It is very dead here. I sometimes think the Xanga Team had no intentions of starting a new Xanga but that they just wanted to kill it off through the suggestion of a new one and shoddy upkeep.
Hope you had a good weekend.
It appears that I can no longer be a friend. Inconceivable!
I'm sorry. I think the reason why I have a problem with that movie was that the first time I saw it was after I had lost my fiance. People at my school used it as a date movie and guys always were playing it. I just thought that it was an odd practice.
Why do we blog? Blogging is a goth activity. Show me a blog and I'll show you a morbid teenager in black clothing with eyeliner who keeps a journal. You're like that. I'm like that. We all are.
HOW TO POST A VIDEO - listen up, kids. On the youtube page below the video is a link that says 'Share.' Click it and a message box will appear with a highlighted, shortened URL. Save the URL with Ctrl-C.
Now simply paste it unedited into your blog.
http://youtu.be/FOX6KjxKfbg
Done.
you know that works for every link
oh wait a second...that was a trick to get me to confess that I operate a porn site by sharing the link
I've been able to put vids in my WP posts on WP. So I imagine it is the same here on Xanga 2.0. But, then again...Xanga 2.0 is not as easy or as fun as WP for me so far.
@we_deny_everything gave you the advice I would of...I simply click on "share", then copy the "embedded" code and add it to my blog while putting the blog together and it always appears in my post, ready for people to click on it and listen and watch. Hmm...if that doesn't work it must be Xanga "bugs". ???
I never look in the back seat of my car, around the house, or in the shower...I guess maybe I should start doing that.
I love reading graffiti in bathroom stalls! I've thought of painting some chalkboard paint on the wall by the toilet in my bathroom at home so people can graffiti!
I'll eat your broccoli while I watch Princess Bride!
Ha! The Donald Duck way is handy!
HUGS!!!
I actually did that pasting in of the embed code numerous times but none of those times posted the video. I really wish Xanga Team would address these issues and what they are actually working on.
I wrote down below: I think one of the reasons why I’m paranoid about people in the house is one day I came home from school and I was complaining out loud to myself about how my parents had moved some of my stuff and then I walk into the living room and there are two ladies sitting on our couch. They were there for a surprise birthday party for my mom. That was the night we started bombing Iraq under George Bush. The next surprise party my dad threw for my mom was on the day the Supreme Court decided that George W. Bush was president.
I look in the backseat because of all those urban legends about the car honking its horn and almost running a girl off the road but they were only doing that because they saw someone in the backseat.
You can eat all the broccoli. I still think years from now they are going to look at our generation as being stupid because it will turn out that broccoli caused so many health problems.
Yeah the Donald Duck way is handy unless you are playing video games and get way too into it or if you have an enlarged prostate.
After my last disastrous date with an OkC dud who knew where I lived, I was a little paranoid about coming come. I was afraid he'd be hiding in the closet or bathroom or even just hanging out in the bedroom, smelling my underwear or something. But thankfully he wasn't that crazy. Mostly I'm more afraid of nice being in my apartment.
That's a good idea about farting uphill. I'll have to try it.
When I was a kid we would write messages to each other on the bathroom stalls. Someone would write "your mom is fat" and someone would answer and it was like the early form of IMs or chat rooms. It was cool because we never spoke of these conversations, and so I never found out who was involved.
gosh that would be creepy to know that someone knew where I lived, well I mean someone I just met. I think the only time I've met someone I knew online before I met in person, I met at a diner two towns over from where I lived.
Guys and underwear...yeah we're weird.
There is a huge hill by my house and one day I'm going to binge on beans and then get some roller skates and see if my theory actually works.
man I would've loved to have done that in grade school but we went to such a strict school that if something was out of place like that then all the boys were on lock down. I remember once when I was in 8th grade we had to stay inside for recess because a boy had peed all over the floor. It turns out it was a kindergartener who couldn't wait for a urinal to open up.
Always so entertaining.
glad you enjoyed
I just want you to know I always check back to read your comments to your comment-ers! I appreciate you answering back!
HUGS for a Monday!
sorry I've been slipping in my replies. Things have been a little crazy around here now that it's harvest time.
I show exactly how to post vids here (and I always check back, too. Repeatedly. Like a crazy person. Because there's nothing else to read or do here anymore, anyway).
http://princesspowers.xanga.com/2013/09/30/embed-video-tutorial-with-pics/
thank you for doing that. I've had some bugs with it but I think I have the hang of it now. Also thanks for coming back to check to see if I reply. I try to now because I like this comment section. It makes replying way easier.
I'm going to try the farting thing too, what do you do when your going downhill though? You know there was a lot of sappy music in the 60's!
oh man, sappy music of the 60s...I was listening to the 60s station on the satellite radio and man there was extreme sap in my car ride.