emoticons.

although i was worn through with these little yellow incarnations of foreboding doom, that haunt waking life, that drink up the sanctity of what had thereto or might have otherwise been a serious exchange, like a black hole doth eat waves and matter, in enough separate instances to render me silently unwilling and set me on a trajectory of harboring the will to hurl impetually potentially impulsive objections that i might have otherwise unloaded upon the most staturally-conducive and regionally convenient dock, emoticons are here now and they have rolled out their little sunny dispositions into the unsuspecting hearts of people i had thought to be generally reasonable. I shall remain their definitive detractor and holdout indefinetly, and whomever I shall offend along the way, may they someday rest and learn to forgive me. I'll admit, I do like the penguin on facebook, (as well as the pac man, the mismatched eyeballs, and the box robot) and if there were a gas pump and a relief scene of a hipster on a track bike i might be incapable of excercizing my strained restraint to insert them, but as a recent inductee into the Facebook hall of "it's now everyone's fate to reduce and supplement the sort of interactions for which the had been no alternative," with electronic ones in the Holy name of convenience I'll remain considerably suspicious of these insertions howsoever dippily, sillily, absurd their capers may become, or endearing in their cuteness they are popularly held. I, for one, have not lost sight of the plainness of fact that ABBA, Journey, and the Eagles, for a few, consistently grace the upper quadrants of best bands ever lists. To start in a more condensed direction, I have never felt like, nore will I ever liken my state to that of a green spherical head with an unhinged expression and a basketball in one eye, or aooga eyes, sunglasses eyes, nor have i been so overcome with delight, that all that could suffice to purge me of redlining blissful engorgement and save my heart from a tragic vessular burst was to do a cartwheel around the text field. Perhaps I will make my own emoticon, right now to suit my own forbidding purposes. patience, I'm working. I am feeling: like gouging out my own eyeballs with a fork, to blind me to the awful scenes and resultant viscera that come with sight. And that I may bump into walls in my own house and yet manage find myself a temperate and intelligent woman enough, tethered to earth and graces, having braved fraught and meddling besetments, and interest myself no more in the sterile and sharp-witted, dismissive and murcurially ditherings of libidinous suctresses. and allow them rather to saunter saucily along their ways to someone less suspecting, but no less deserving than myself. >))<