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Saturday, May 07, 2005

Further Proof of My Decay in Exile

I had intended to weep for hours today - had a perfectly vile afternoon, perfectly vile - but the most I could manage was a thin whimper and a few mangled sighs. Reconsidered throwing myself in front of a bus, though at the rate I'm going I'd just bounce off the grill and skin a knee. Hardly seems worth the effort.

Did however have the satisfaction of seeing a pile of shoe-imprinted dog poo on the sidewalk. I wasn't the beast who stepped in it, so perhaps things aren't as sour as I've grown to believe.


Blogger OldHorsetailSnake said...

Well, since you're able to walk you can get out to smell the flowers -- the skunk cabbage, the corpse plant. Walk carefully through the giant Venus fly-trap...they're always hungry.

6:33 PM  
Blogger Chris Cope said...

Maybe you should coat your legs in lead paint. I'm not sure what good this would do, though.

11:07 AM  
Blogger Shane said...

Maybe it was the planning of your weeping that scuppered what could have been a perfectly good spontaneous boo-hoo.

7:26 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Good job.

7:19 PM  

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