Friday, April 17, 2009

Shinfo

Shinfo. (shin-fo) noun. Information that just isn't needed. ie. shitty information.

I produce a lot of shinfo. HMMR is constantly filled with it. I don't need to point it out, it's just there.

Example:
-The front of my hair is sticking up today and I don't use gel. SHINFO. total shinfo.
-Girl: Do you have the new U2 album? Me: No way, but I just bought the new Yeah Yeah Yeahs album. What shinfo!

ok, enough of the explanation of shinfo.


Wow! It is really coming down out there. I love it. I love it. I love it. I just hate that I have to see it through my office window. I am also stuck here at work for lunch and can't go home to party on couch for 20 min. I prefer to drive in snow instead of Texas rain (shinfo).

I always wanted to be a meteorologist. Weather always has fascinated me. It's a beautiful thing. Tornadoes, Hurricanes, Blizzards, etc., all the things can be deadly and dangerous turn me on. I think it is a beautiful thing. There is obviously a reason these occurrences happen right? God wouldn't have created them if they didn't serve a purpose.

I also think stormy weather is romantic. Right now I'd love to have a lady in my arms watching the strikes of lightning and hearing the roaring thunder. I also would love to make out in a downpour in the Summer. The kissing being so intense that the rain pouring all around you would just be for cinematic purposes. You wouldn't even feel it. The only feeling would the lips that come together as one. I have yet to do that, but it will happen when the time comes.

Right now I am watching the trees sway back and forth. So green, so flexible. So relaxing to see.

I just wish the power would go out or a funnel cloud would hover over the building. Then I can bounce from here and sit by my garage for a few hours.

I decided yesterday that I really need to go to Europe. Next year I'm doing it. No one is going to hold me back. I also plan to go to Asia will my mom (shinfo).

Ok....I'm gonna spend the rest of my lunch break outside with my red hoodie on, with the hood over my head. Hiding, Waiting and Anticipating.

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