Spiiiiral.

This is like a trick picture, or abstract art or something. It's weird, because you think you see a spiral, but it's not really there.

This isn't the only new post, so scroll down when you're done.

I know that you, like me, have probably been told that your belly button is a scar from your umbilical cord. This is because text books like to invent complicated excuses.

But there's a problem with that excuse. That totally does not explain innies and outies and
inbetweenies. I mean, a cord can't just pop out or sneak half way before it gets cut. Why? Because that would be CHEATING, that's why. He'd have some kinda head start.

Well, it's about time you knew the truth. Your belly button is used for storing things in. Have you noticed that it's the zact same size as chocolate chips and pony beads and tomato seeds? Did you think that was a coincidence?

It's just too unlikely that all those things could conceivably fit in there coincidentally. I dunno about you, but my belly button's big and deep, and perfect for lotion or erasers, or maybe spare change. Well, a quarter couldn't fit in there, but maybe a dime or a Canadian penny.

POP QUIZ! POP QUIZ! POP QUIZ! POP QUIZ!

(Ha! I caught you unawares.)

You're walking along the street and you have no purse on you. You happen to spot a million dollar nickel! But remember, you have no purse. Your fingers would make smudge marks. What do you do?

A) Sigh and put it back down.
B) Carry it then promise yourself to wash it off as soon as you get home.
C) SLIP IT IN TO YOUR BELLY BUTTON FOR LATER!!! (DING DING DING! :) )

Now take a stab. I won't tell you, or even give a hint as to which one.

Mostly As:

You give up too easily and throw away your money. You lack thriftiness and creativity.

Mostly Bs:

You don't consider the possibilities before you act. Notice that if if you were to wash it off, you would wash off the worth as well. You lack reason and intelligence (hmm..sorry about that).

Mostly Cs:

Congradulations! You are a hard worker and a fair player! You are generous, kind, and you have tremendous faith in others. You are beautiful and understanding, and are thoughtful and courageous.

How'd you do? When you add up your scores, try to build off of your weaknesses. Except, of coarse, if you had mostly Cs, in which case you lack nothing and have everything.

Abrv.

bf was originally boy friend, not best friend.


Think of all the abbrivations people us as an escape route from having to write out the whole entire word. We have to consider two things: 1. How much time is it really saving us? And, 2. Does the abbrivation make sense? If so, wat exactly does it stand for?

There are common abbriviations, like 'LOL (Laughing out loud, lots of love, or lugging old luggage), JK (Just kidding, Joanne Kathleen- as in Rowling- and Jelly Krunchie), and ptdcgbiwtmiwmmp (pass that delicious chicken gravy because I want to mix it with my mashed potatoes, and please Terry, don't create goofy behavior in windy temperatures, making it way more muddy possibly).

We also have to take into consideration if it actually stands for what it says it does. I know for an almost fact that M.D. stands for 'Making Dinner' and P.S. stands for 'Please Stand'. B.F. stands for 'Baked Fruit' and CIA stands for 'Causing Ignorant Actions'. USA stands for 'Untitled Scanned Attatchment' and FBI stads for 'Flippin' Bad Itch.'

These abreviations can still be used liberally, but be careful not to mix them up. For example, do not proclaim you are a faithful citizen of the Untitled Scanned Attatchment, or that you totally made out with your Baked Fruit. That your name is Jane Smith, Making Dinner, or that you are a proud member of the Flippin' Bad Itch.

And for goodness sake, don't close with:

Please Stand: Write back!

Who was it that punched the hole through my favorite C.D.?

Who, infact, punched the holes through my whole impressive stack of 49?

Because I don't appreciate it.

It's not that they don't play nicely anymore- they do. It's that I can't seem to find a whole puncher that big. And if you're going to damage someone else's property, you could atleast have the courtesy to inform me of the tool used to do so. But I s'pose courtesy wasn't the first thing on your mind when you turned my collection into a herd of doughnuts.

A Responce to your Feedback.

Song and Story Fest is fun.

Monkies and penguins are cute.

So are Panther and Cuddles.

Suggestions

What should I write about?
Remeber that time when...??? Come one, come all! I am open to suggestions.

Don't pass this up because it's LONG, silly goose! It's important!

Today I noticed tiny footprints skitter skattered all over my yard. As they weren't in a line, I was puzzled. There was one over by the window, one by the strawberry patch, and one tucked into the folds of the hammock. Not only did it appear that this mysterious creature could fly, but also that he knew how to tuck footprints.

I sat on the rocking chair by the glass sliding door ( the one with the mark that I didn't wipe off when I had the spray and towel handy cause I thought the mark could've been fish spit which would have been DISGUSTING), and confused myself for a while. I saw nothing of interest; a tree, a plant, a grass or two, some chairs, a flying squirrel- holy goodness gracious! A flying squirrel!- and a duck.

Now what creature could be leaving those marks? Asked me to myself. I decided I'd wait up all night 'til I seed what animal could've been traipsing through the yard.

It worked. That night, as I lay halfish asleep in my rocking chair by the glass sliding door (the one with the mark that I didn't wipe off when I had the spray and towel handy cause I thought the mark could've been fish spit which would have been DISGUSTING), I spotted something moving. There was a tree, a plant, a grass or two, some chairs, and- holy goodness gracious! A flying squirrel was flying through my yard at break-neck speed and I hadn't noticed it before!!! This has got to be the most obvious thing in the world, and as obvious, if not more obvious, than that obvious duck obviously waddling through my yard (and really obviously!). Actually, the flying squirrel picked him up by the scruff of his neck and set him in random places. I figured that was where the prints were coming from, and the fact that the squirrel was carrying him around the yard was the reason for no pattern in the footprints.

This morning, I awoke to the beautiful endless songs of praise from the blue birds that sing outside my window. They crowd around in a flock, as I spring out of bed, throw on my nightgown, and fling handfuls of birdseed out my window. This all happens as cheesy insperational music can be heard from all around me.
I dash into the kitchen,where a bowl of cereal and milk is awaiting me on the counter. A spoon lays beside it, and as I sit down, a blue bird flys down and spreads a napkin on my lap to express his gratitude for the birdseed. Another comes flying in, but this time with almonds and strawberries, which he sprinkles over my cereal, kisses me on the head, and flys away.

Nevermind.