What do I think about Jesus? I said he was a good teacher - although, his stance on punctuation is unknown. If he taught the kids how to use colons and stuff, I'd say he was even better. But that's just something I'll never know I guess.
I've decided I want to travel around, but being poor (and anti-consumerist) I naturally don't want to pay for it, therefore, if anybody wants to pay me to travel around and come up with exciting blogs such as my Hungarian ones, then please let me know. You wouldn't have to pay me much, just expenses naturally. And I think you'll agree, that the blogs will be truly fantastic, and your page will become the biggest read page in the history of the whole entire interweb. Fantastico.
And on that note, for all of you sensible people who like to check out my photo blog, good news kids, it's expanded! Check out the ultra-new shiny and super page here. Again, if anybody wants to pay me to take photos of various cities, then I shall do that for you too - just let me know. I'll be waiting.
I've read today that more people in Britain donate to donkey charities than donate to abuse charities. I'm not sure which category donkey abuse comes under, but I'm guessing the first. I'm not sure what to make of it, I can't say I'm surprised by it. Next time I see 
Why on Earth are McDonald's dressing up their slaves like this. That's right as a "mark of respect" for their staff. How about paying them more than 10p an hour, and in fact telling them that surely there must be better jobs than working in that hell-hole? I bet the kids who work there are just so happy that the boss-men have decided to dress them up like a badly-dressed air-stewardess (jeez that's bad) . That'll make the days shovelling burgers down the throats of the fatties whizz by. Well done.
O, it is excellent
To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous
To use it like a giant
Not my words of course, but Shakespeare's. Happy Birth and Death day to him today. The quote is from Measure for Measure, supposedly a comedy, but about as funny as Mr Bean. No, wait that's too harsh. It does have a character called Pompey Bum in it, and that's a joke that just keeps on giving. The words are spoken by a nun. Today's blog theme could almost be nuns, almost. But it won't be. Not today - come back tomorrow instead perhaps. If I was being political today I would argue that that quote resonates quite well with lots of world leaders in the current climate. But I'm not feeling that political, so I'll just carry on laughing at Pompey Bum. Ha ha ha.
Anyway, I think I've talked for long enough now, this extra long blog is to make up for the fact that there was a stunning lack of blog-action yesterday - many apologies.
Farewell, I'm off to kick a donkey.
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About Me
- Amy
- I have too much stuff, but I'm trying to figure out what to do about that. I want a flux capacitor, although I think I would abuse it. I read lots of things. I've been accused of reading "posh" papers in the past. I quite like that, because I am anything but posh. I like blue, but not as much as I like purple. I like blue more than red. I like the sky and its variety. I like nature, and I like patterns. I like monkeys, I do not distinguish between primates and apes and monkeys. I like baloons and art. I have a dog blanket which is pink. I didn't mention that colour before, it's somewhere between blue and purple on likeability. I'm doing quite well because I haven't bought a new bedcover in over a year. I make random day resolutions which don't always last. I don't get round to many things, or am met by obstacles of either decency, taste or money. I think that's a good metaphor for life. I've been waiting for someone to tell me about the spelling mistake in this, but no-one has. I'm quite disappointed. I'm not quite sure what I want to do with my life, but I know one thing for certain; I do not like cheese.