secret robots govern thoughts

it has been raining a lot lately.

positively pouring.

torrential monsoons.

I love it.

in fact, I cannot get enough.  it is soooo soothing to me.  

the annoyance that this rain is causing most individuals only adds to my enjoyment.

the plink plink of the drops on rooftops, agitations of wind chimes, singing winds and hot coffee are absolutely delicious.

*swoon* 

on a totally separate note I feel I should mention my obsession with capitalizing the "I" in my writing.

as per my fainéant habits I long for the nonchalance of "i".

but I read somewhere that people who don't capitalize the "I" when referring to oneself, subconsciously do not respect themselves.

since this is most certainly not the case (at least I'd prefer it not to be) I will not allow myself to be lazy in this department.

so now you all know.

on another separate note, I am fascinated by the art of handwriting interpretation.  If you don't know what this is, let me enlighten you.

supposedly, there are psychological  markers secretly embedded in your handwriting that tell little stories about you. 

for example,

If your letters are straight up and down, it's a sign of someone who's ruled by the head, not the heart.

If your writing shows heavy pressure (like you can feel the rib made on the back of the paper), you are an agitated person that is prone to stress.

and if your letters tend to be close together, you are a closed off, secretive person that doesn't like to let people in.

I'm not sure how accurate these particular notes are, but once someone interpreted my handwriting.

he said he was just learning, that a woman was teaching him,

but his decoding was unquestionably fucking freaky.

he was so accurate.

he told me very specific things about myself that were so deep seated it was disturbing.

I began to panic a little.  There was no way I wanted this person to know these things about me and now there was no turning back.  it was too late.  he now knew personal things that no one else could possibly know but me, and I have to admit that it frightened me a little.

while I know little about this subtle art, I endeavor to one day pick it up as a new hobby.  it will be one of the many that I have delved into with gusto, only to abandon a week later after my interest has faded. but in that week I will read as many secret thoughts as I can in my friend's penmanship and use it against them if I ever need to manipulate them into doing something I want.  

I'll be able warp their brains into doing my bidding and then I will create an army of automatons to carry out ridiculous, menial tasks, such as bringing me a beer or doing my laundry.

I know this sounds ridiculous and totally unfair, 

but frankly scarlet, 

I don't give a damn.