Because I'm sure it's much more engaging than whatever is going on in your life at this very moment...That is, if you are a snail in search of a puddle off beer to drown in. If not, you may not find this particularly interesting.
Either way, what do I care?
Psh, 'what do I care.'
I'll bet in literary terms that makes no means. But you know what I sense.
My mum read my short story and didn't believe I wrote it, I'm that good. Laugh Out Loud. I hate it to be honest, but apparently I'm getting an A on it, which will be a lovely little contrast to the D my art teacher has been hinting at. Sorry, I just don't get frigging contempary. I like to know and understand what I'm looking at.
I drove for half an hour today. about 12 seconds of that with about 30cm (or 1 foot if your behind in this groovy new 'metric system' thingy) between me and a creek. I wasn't coping. Then a frigging kangaroo or wallaby (I can't tell the difference) jumped out of the bushes. But then we drove to a lady's house and got lollies so I was all got and placated after that. Sugar soothes the soul.
-mikki
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