Flowers

Why flowers? We bring them to weddings, funerals; and just occasionally, we're able to screw up the courage to give them to that significant other. Why, though? They're pretty, but it's kind of...very weird if you really think about it. Every year, on Valentine's Day, florists around the world do a roaring trade in dismembered plant genitalia. Boy meets girl, boy likes girl, boy gives girl flowers :

Boy : I.. er. I really like you.
Girl : *Blushes*
Boy : *shuffles feet*Um.. here. Have some severed plant genitals. They made me think of you.
Girl : Thank you...*Smiles demurely* They smell nice..

Yep, nothing quite like a large bouquet of genitals to make a girl feel special. Sad luck on the flowers' part for having such colourful sex organs, I suppose. Those florists are a sick, twisted lot.

Hello, Blogspot. Hello, all. Welcome to the inside of my head. Well, at least the sections I deem worthy of public exhibition :) I won't be using this blog as diary (I wouldn't call it that anyway, I prefer the term Journal,cause it sounds... smarter. heh. also, I associate diaries with small, pinkish books fastened with small, useless padlocks, which belong to insecure teenage girls. As an insecure teenage boy, i feel this would be inappropriate. also, my daily life would probably bore you. I will write only if and when i dredge up something interesting while conducting routine chlorinating of the shallow pool that is my mind. enjoy :)