Posted by psych at August 12th, 2006

I’m gonna be entertaining you with a story today cos am pretty much out of ideas and the pity I feel for blogs not updated could make Bush grow a brain (oh, no, you didnt!-nigga style with the hand movement and all that) (Yes, I did) See, what I did there was just mind vomit which makes you no smarter and might have just made you dumber. Read the story. You’ll thank me later. (You know you won’t but somehow your eyes seem to
involuntarily skim over the awesometh story below) -

A man dropped his vodka bottle on the curb and muttered a silent profanity to nobody in particular. It rolled down the street and stopped at a junction. He thought of going after it but a chilly breeze forced him instead to reconsider where he was going to spend the night. The bus stop he stayed at the night before reeked of urine and stale vomit. The roof (if you could call it that) was almost falling apart. Trusting his instincts, he made his first step towards the nearest convent.

The Holy House of Heaven was a revered convent, home to a multitude of chaste virgins devoting their lives to God and doing His will on earth. They were a humble and introvert lot and had no interest in worldly things. The only dream they had in life was to please God and aspire to get into His Kingdom. Little did they know that a single visitor at their gates on that fateful night would change their lives forever.

The man made his way to the intimidating gates of the convent and found large, old- fashioned knockers attached to the gates. He gazed at them through the slight drizzle and steeled himself for what he was about to do next. Struggling to lift the heavy brass knockers, he clanged twice and waited eagerly for any response. He could make out somewhat blurry shapes in the distance but didn’t take notice of them. After all, he could easily be setting himself up for disappointment. Could his psyche be playing tricks on him? He sighed, leaned back on the gates and waited uncomplainingly as the rain increased its intensity.

The nun on duty, Sister Clara, finally summed up enough courage to confront the stranger waiting in the dark at the entrance of the convent.
DUM DUMN DUMMMMMM

Its 1.09 now. Just finished a %&^load of assignments. Tired as heck after paintball (my first time, it was awesome). And I Still Managed To Post Something For You Sweet Dudes N Dudettes. May this post not be in vain and may you love it to bits. Nah the main point of the post was so I could include KNOCKERS into my post without seeming like a perv. Heavy Brass Knockers. {Mental picture…} Who knows, I might just continue the story if I wish not to share details of my personal life with complete nonexistensial strangers. Then again I might just forget about it. In any case it took me the better half of an hour and you’d better read it all or else. (Or else I might just hump you. even if you’re a male nonentity)

I just can’t stop the rambling. Ending this now.

Cya folks. This week has been great.

Kickass weekend here I come.

pSyCh