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Who, or what is Kace, you may ask. None of your damn business, you nosey beggar.
Just know, when you discover what Kace is, it will be too late for you.
So, I thought I'd talk about my favourite thing for a while. Me.
I had an odd day yesterday. Not overly odd by my standards, but I had a few peculiar feelings..
It all began.. When I awoke, funnily enough. 7.am. I went out for a jog, there were few people out and about, a dog walker, some people leaving for work. And it occurred to me, I don't relate to these people at all. We are people, but I just have ABSOLUTELY nothing in common with them. After a half hour jog, I returned home, flicked on my lappy, had a look at what's what, posted some nonsense on this site, and again I had the same thought. I have nothing in common with any of you.
Anyway, I screwed about till 1, ate, got dressed, checked myself out in one of my room-sized mirrors for about an hour. Then I snatched up my four several months late library books(on Communism, Hitler, WW2, and the human mind) chucked them (literally, heck, they're not my books, I gotta respect other people's shit??), into a plastic bag, and heading off to the town Library.
So, I dropped the books off, paid the fine( go team me), and departed on my way to my next destination. Ze dealerz house (not weed, you little leaguers!!).
On my way there, I came across this asshole, who I've had run-ins with before. He was forcibly arguing with a girl( I assume his girlfriend), and ya know, it pissed me off. I reckon some strange sense of nobility rose to me surface"¦ or I just wanted to kick someone's ass..
Words were exchanged along the lines of"¦
ME: wow, you're still an asshole
Asshole: **** off, *****.
Not the brightest move, I tell ye, nor was turning his back to me, as if it was a significant gesture that whatever they were arguing about was not my business. So, I scooped out the plastic bag I had been carrying the books in, and in one swift move pulled it over his head( gee, I guess that nobility ran out pretty quick). Blinded, I laid into him, and as a final send-off I affectionately gave him a glesga (Glasgow) kiss. Which, I'm assuming by the blood splatter, if his nose hasn't been broken before, it has now. Anyway, funny as that was, his girlfriend now had jumped on my back, which was when I realised I'd helped enough for one day. 😉
After I'd picked up some goods from ze dealer, I phoned a mate to meet me in the bookies. A few hours of being up, being down, finally breaking even we left for his house. On the way picking up a book on spiritual destiny (hmm) and a couple of litres of White & Mackay.
When we arrived another friend was already waiting, and so began the game of, who could get smashed out their box first. Which definitely WASN'T me. Well, it might have been, all I know is, when I started talking about Hitler being a great hero of mine( what? Say what you want about the little fellar, you can't deny he was goal-orientated!! Now that Stalin, he was a bahstard!!), I got polite smiles aimed in my direction"¦
By the time the Chelsea game started I was a little blurry-eyed, but still focused enough to see that first goal. Seriously, I hate Chelsea, but Robben= the awesome.
Sooo,(and I realise, if you've actually read this far, you're crazier than I) at I'd say about an hour after the game finished, I went out on the balcony, and decided to jump off, and died, and I'm a ghost now!! No, so out on the balcony the fresh Scottish breeze woke me up quite a bit. And I looked out as far as the eye could see, which, I'll be honest, wasn't far. That whole Scottish breeze waking me up was baloney! (cough)
It was on the balcony (notice how cool that word is?) balcony! I could type that all day"¦
Balcony, balcony, balcony..
Ok, maybe not. You still reading? Lunatic.
Where was I? Oh, that's right the balcony. As I was standing( leaning on the wall to keep me upright) I looked out at all the houses. SO many houses, obviously with so many people. AND THAT is when the most profound thought hit me. IF ALL girls had Michelle Trachtenburgs ass, I'd be 100 times happier!
As an afterthought, I wondered to myself. Is anyone using to internet to recruit an army to take over the world. Perhaps every time you log on you are being sent subliminal messages, and one day some evil genius will decide its time to put his master plan into operation and bring this world to its knees.
So, that was my day, in between there was some random mumbling to myself and some futile attempts to break free from my strait jacket..(oh and some drooling).
So, am I relatable? Cleary if you've read this whole thing, you're as nutball as me, and can totally relate.
Just know, when you discover what Kace is, it will be too late for you.
So, I thought I'd talk about my favourite thing for a while. Me.
I had an odd day yesterday. Not overly odd by my standards, but I had a few peculiar feelings..
It all began.. When I awoke, funnily enough. 7.am. I went out for a jog, there were few people out and about, a dog walker, some people leaving for work. And it occurred to me, I don't relate to these people at all. We are people, but I just have ABSOLUTELY nothing in common with them. After a half hour jog, I returned home, flicked on my lappy, had a look at what's what, posted some nonsense on this site, and again I had the same thought. I have nothing in common with any of you.
Anyway, I screwed about till 1, ate, got dressed, checked myself out in one of my room-sized mirrors for about an hour. Then I snatched up my four several months late library books(on Communism, Hitler, WW2, and the human mind) chucked them (literally, heck, they're not my books, I gotta respect other people's shit??), into a plastic bag, and heading off to the town Library.
So, I dropped the books off, paid the fine( go team me), and departed on my way to my next destination. Ze dealerz house (not weed, you little leaguers!!).
On my way there, I came across this asshole, who I've had run-ins with before. He was forcibly arguing with a girl( I assume his girlfriend), and ya know, it pissed me off. I reckon some strange sense of nobility rose to me surface"¦ or I just wanted to kick someone's ass..
Words were exchanged along the lines of"¦
ME: wow, you're still an asshole
Asshole: **** off, *****.
Not the brightest move, I tell ye, nor was turning his back to me, as if it was a significant gesture that whatever they were arguing about was not my business. So, I scooped out the plastic bag I had been carrying the books in, and in one swift move pulled it over his head( gee, I guess that nobility ran out pretty quick). Blinded, I laid into him, and as a final send-off I affectionately gave him a glesga (Glasgow) kiss. Which, I'm assuming by the blood splatter, if his nose hasn't been broken before, it has now. Anyway, funny as that was, his girlfriend now had jumped on my back, which was when I realised I'd helped enough for one day. 😉
After I'd picked up some goods from ze dealer, I phoned a mate to meet me in the bookies. A few hours of being up, being down, finally breaking even we left for his house. On the way picking up a book on spiritual destiny (hmm) and a couple of litres of White & Mackay.
When we arrived another friend was already waiting, and so began the game of, who could get smashed out their box first. Which definitely WASN'T me. Well, it might have been, all I know is, when I started talking about Hitler being a great hero of mine( what? Say what you want about the little fellar, you can't deny he was goal-orientated!! Now that Stalin, he was a bahstard!!), I got polite smiles aimed in my direction"¦
By the time the Chelsea game started I was a little blurry-eyed, but still focused enough to see that first goal. Seriously, I hate Chelsea, but Robben= the awesome.
Sooo,(and I realise, if you've actually read this far, you're crazier than I) at I'd say about an hour after the game finished, I went out on the balcony, and decided to jump off, and died, and I'm a ghost now!! No, so out on the balcony the fresh Scottish breeze woke me up quite a bit. And I looked out as far as the eye could see, which, I'll be honest, wasn't far. That whole Scottish breeze waking me up was baloney! (cough)
It was on the balcony (notice how cool that word is?) balcony! I could type that all day"¦
Balcony, balcony, balcony..
Ok, maybe not. You still reading? Lunatic.
Where was I? Oh, that's right the balcony. As I was standing( leaning on the wall to keep me upright) I looked out at all the houses. SO many houses, obviously with so many people. AND THAT is when the most profound thought hit me. IF ALL girls had Michelle Trachtenburgs ass, I'd be 100 times happier!
As an afterthought, I wondered to myself. Is anyone using to internet to recruit an army to take over the world. Perhaps every time you log on you are being sent subliminal messages, and one day some evil genius will decide its time to put his master plan into operation and bring this world to its knees.
So, that was my day, in between there was some random mumbling to myself and some futile attempts to break free from my strait jacket..(oh and some drooling).
So, am I relatable? Cleary if you've read this whole thing, you're as nutball as me, and can totally relate.
S
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