Friday, May 23, 2003
I just got an e-mail from a friend admonishing me for being so gloomy in the blog and informing me that such behaviour was unbecoming a Nebari of my stature. He also send me a link unlocking all the mysteries of Trogdor the Burninator, so I will a) let him live and b) not give you his home address and phone number and c) try to be a little less gloomy today. I shall think only happy thoughts. Here we go:
Happiness. Sunshine. Kittens. Flowers. Baby chicks. Smiles. Cuddles. Sugar. Teddy bears. Rainbows. Hearts.
Know what? This blows.
Maybe I'm not trying hard enough. Maybe I need to try harder. Hmmmm.
Bunny rabbits (with twitchy pink noses). Jelly beans (but no black ones). Ponies. Sanrio. Teletubbies. Elmo. Clowns. Cotton Candy. Cherubs. Fruit-scented Magic Markers. Glitter. Smurfs. Valentine's Day. Precious Moments figurines.
Nope. It's not me. This really does blow. Or suck. Depending on your point of view. There's an interesting bit of grammatical paradox. That we use "blow" and "suck" to mean more or less exactly the same thing. Cuteness blows. But it also sucks. Simultaneously.
Yesterday I did absolutely nothing worth writing about in this blog (but I feel really good about that).
I think I'll go kick a puppy now . . .
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