getting published
A writer hm... wouldn't that be nice. Unfortunately, I have neither the talent or inspiration to be a fiction writer; this leaves the non-fiction category. I no journalist, my timidity and co-dependence have robbed me of that career and a Historian? I don't want to spend my life documenting the historical significance of the eraser. Why, why would I do that?! Truth be told, due to my blissful existence unmarred by any grave emotional/physical/environmental concerns, I don't have the artistic presence that is attained when one rises above a wretched existence or wallows in it. Thus I will have to be content with perusing the offerings from the tormented souls who have made it into the stacks.
Although, my life can be pretty tragic. I don't have any sockies on again, I have 3 different sizes of bandaids on today, all my old clothes have to be scrapped, the Lord won't let me shop in strappy tank-tops (no matter how hot it is), I can't eat anything with cooked tomatoes or excessive grease in it (Indian food made me extremely sick last night, 3 night in a row that I've been in bed with a tummy ache, I hope that I don't have to give up dinner again), I'm kinda pasty, I can't spell, I forget who/where/what I am AND I am quite despondent over the inferior Balance bar that I had for breakfast this morning. The new 3-layer S'Mores bar promises balanced nutrition coupled with exceptional taste and shows an enticing cross-sectional, full-color view of the bar. Since I tried to eat a S'more on Wednesday night and was promptly extremely sick, (I don't know why, the two on Sunday didn't) I thought that this must be the answer to my problem. Actually what really sold me were the little bits of yummy marshmallow inside the bar that I could see in the picture. So this morning when I woke up at 6:22, I'm supposed to leave at 6:20 (L82WK) I didn't have time for anything. I'm already working 10 hour days, and I can't stand the pure hell of being in my chair after 6. So at 9:36 I opened the crinkly wrapper which revealed a yummy chocolatey bar and I took a bite. No marshmallows. Hm. O well. Another bite. No marshmallows. A leetle concerned, isn't false advertising illegal? What about those boys who counted all the chips in their Tolls cookies and won a suit?! Balance Bar Company wouldn't put themselves in that position. Reassured I nibbled the bottom of the bar, searching for the hidden marshmallows. 13mm later I hit crispy rice drenched in a sticky "graham" sauce and I knew. They were LIARS!!! There were NO MARSHMALLOWS and the bar didn't even TASTE like a S'more. I was MISERABLE, how could they TORTURE my tastebuds like this. How many others were as WRETCHED as I felt at that very moment?!! But, but, if I was a writer I could reach all those sad leetle souls because I too had plummeted to the depths of despair. BAH.
We'll see. Right now though I'm going to get lunch.
Although, my life can be pretty tragic. I don't have any sockies on again, I have 3 different sizes of bandaids on today, all my old clothes have to be scrapped, the Lord won't let me shop in strappy tank-tops (no matter how hot it is), I can't eat anything with cooked tomatoes or excessive grease in it (Indian food made me extremely sick last night, 3 night in a row that I've been in bed with a tummy ache, I hope that I don't have to give up dinner again), I'm kinda pasty, I can't spell, I forget who/where/what I am AND I am quite despondent over the inferior Balance bar that I had for breakfast this morning. The new 3-layer S'Mores bar promises balanced nutrition coupled with exceptional taste and shows an enticing cross-sectional, full-color view of the bar. Since I tried to eat a S'more on Wednesday night and was promptly extremely sick, (I don't know why, the two on Sunday didn't) I thought that this must be the answer to my problem. Actually what really sold me were the little bits of yummy marshmallow inside the bar that I could see in the picture. So this morning when I woke up at 6:22, I'm supposed to leave at 6:20 (L82WK) I didn't have time for anything. I'm already working 10 hour days, and I can't stand the pure hell of being in my chair after 6. So at 9:36 I opened the crinkly wrapper which revealed a yummy chocolatey bar and I took a bite. No marshmallows. Hm. O well. Another bite. No marshmallows. A leetle concerned, isn't false advertising illegal? What about those boys who counted all the chips in their Tolls cookies and won a suit?! Balance Bar Company wouldn't put themselves in that position. Reassured I nibbled the bottom of the bar, searching for the hidden marshmallows. 13mm later I hit crispy rice drenched in a sticky "graham" sauce and I knew. They were LIARS!!! There were NO MARSHMALLOWS and the bar didn't even TASTE like a S'more. I was MISERABLE, how could they TORTURE my tastebuds like this. How many others were as WRETCHED as I felt at that very moment?!! But, but, if I was a writer I could reach all those sad leetle souls because I too had plummeted to the depths of despair. BAH.
We'll see. Right now though I'm going to get lunch.
posted by Grace S at 11:30 AM
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o the riches o the riches christ my savior has for me, how unsearchable their measure yet my full reality.
sung at the top of one's lungs in one's head.
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