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I feel witty, oh so witty...
Nov. 29th, 2006 01:34 amTwo things I have said today of which I am proud:
The lesser:
I am stripping for bed and looking at myself in the mirror, and starting off on a tack increasingly familiar. "God, I hate how fat I'm getting. Whine, bitch, moan. Complaint, uncertainty, moan. Statement of disgust, worry about my future, whine, whine. There, that got that over with quickly!"
The greater:
A friend of ours currently working with Cyn for the holiday season (not retail, don't worry, just data processing) has been attempting to convince her, as a result of her commentary on her job, that her last name is 'Ic.' I say: "But doesn't that mean that, every time you make one of your horrible puns, you're going to be waging a war with Carthage?"
The lesser:
I am stripping for bed and looking at myself in the mirror, and starting off on a tack increasingly familiar. "God, I hate how fat I'm getting. Whine, bitch, moan. Complaint, uncertainty, moan. Statement of disgust, worry about my future, whine, whine. There, that got that over with quickly!"
The greater:
A friend of ours currently working with Cyn for the holiday season (not retail, don't worry, just data processing) has been attempting to convince her, as a result of her commentary on her job, that her last name is 'Ic.' I say: "But doesn't that mean that, every time you make one of your horrible puns, you're going to be waging a war with Carthage?"