new-bie

I don't know how long I have to wait before I shake-off this new-kid-on-the-block image.Albeit and admittedly it is nice.As if I'm almost invisible , the world is my sounding board and couldn't careless.'like sreaming to deaf ears or not screaming at all, just thinking out loud or something of the like.
In the morning my Parents celebrate their vows with a good ol' verbal brawl, spangled with colourful vernacular and sweet succulent sarcasm it's quite moving but it doesn't drive me to tears.I guess I'm paralyzed to it's momentum and frequency, enough to solemnly state that it doesn't affect me at all, except for my occasional vomit of spite on this very page.
You're witnessing history in the making 'fellas. Don't be crass now.I cut my foot in passing. Through my room , my pa calls it 'The king's highway' 'cause every one's cruising through it, bipeds, quadpedals(my cats)... I bet there are eight legged spiders too,(which creatively manifest their future domains in every top-wall-corner crevice in my room.Top-wall-corner-crevice I knew the word for that one! I'll probably have to wiki 'church art' and find it.Wall-corner-crevice! hark barf and bah...hmm anyway.Spider-web decorum is hot!

Self-talk therapy , guess i don't really need it since I'm A-okay or so I insist , but you know mothers and doctors, and mothers who are doctors, well it is highly likely that you don't. But I do and have one regrettably.
Any breathing space I get my grip on is a welcome escape from hypochondria.
what's on your face?
what's onyour foot?
recently I threw her down with continuous 'what's on my leg?'
my leg is an onus Picasso would be proud of , incarcerated severed spotty dotty dry and mucky ... it all started earlier this month when i aggresively plucked a hair and a boyle resulted. Horribly painful, looked like sonething out of a horror movie..still does actually , but in a different way. anyway I kept showing her my ghoul-like leg and it badgered her to the bone and mummy's all humourous spite when she's like that but oh Fun!
I could be the devil!
whooops sorry.
just a little colorful chatter folks no lascivious intent here... though I have been acccused of being gauche and uncouth quite an elusive bit.
well hiya and biya!
mua
gracious gracious
see you later on 'wet wild and woolies' when I'm no longer pathologically drunk.
what the word for foot, 'podo-??'?

paraphernalia-everyday needs-provisions
it means a host of other things but I'll go with that one for today.
lubricious is different however
it's like lewd intentionaly rude about sexual matters
very different from just being open.