Ok, so I have the attention span of a drunken gnat.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Read This
I'm not going to actually compose anything on my own anymore. I'm just going to regurgitate other people's creativity and find some of my old 10th grade creative writing projects (I really am—I have at least one that is awesome [said in my best singsongy voice]). In the spirit of redirection (sounds so much better than regurgitation, no?), go read this. See if you laugh as hard as I did. Which would be until tears ran down my face and my sides ached. That could be the Pilates, though. The aching sides, not the tears. Well, wait—it could have been either.
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I hate to ask, but is the sound you heard in your mind at the mention of a little girl with a spider down her dress the same sound that I made when the sinister evil (you) came walking down the hallway at 3am?
You don't have to answer, I know exactly what your response will be.
Dammit.
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