Lozzykinz's desire to desert touched home with me and I have a new coin word for today...snarly.
I do not know about you, but, my life has been full of demands for perfection. Well, I am not perfect, shish, the good God did not make us that way and the Aliens did not seem too hot at it either. So then why do we have to be perfect. Not talking about this place but many places. It is a new world and my generation has certainly slugged loved and smoked and doped itself into embarrasement...well not just my generation and not me so personally, but it certainly is out there... So. I am throwing perfection into my mother's garbage can, telling all the psycho-pervs in my life to <drop themselves> cause I am SNARLY!
I went to a book signing in the big city last night. I was in a bad mood. I was with my lovely cousin and her mother-in-law who were oh so tolerant! I did not smile, I rolled my eyes, I butted in front of people, and complained about the seats till we got new ones. I sat down put my head on my hand and read my email. As this beautiful author discussed his book far up on stage, I had a running conversation with myself, wiggled in the seat, I shook my foot and was generally not myself. I was SNARLY. No one knew me, I didn't bother anyone and I really feel good about this accomplishment. So Twats and Twatlets. Does anyone feel SNARLY? Not b*tchy or witchy...just snarly?
Love it, but it's already been done. In the old (rejected) Disney classic, Zelda and the Five Sodomists. His rude friends were Charlie, Farley, Barley and Harley. Arse. (see, a little context helps).
*taps toe*. Snarly is a word used by Mother to describe tangles in hair and a word used by people in the out side world daily. It is in the dictionary. There is no copyright. Now, if Snow wanted to wait hand and foot on little people then do not assign ulterior motives. Maybe she liked the music or making beds. Who knows. Now do you have something to say to Snow, Thumble?
I'm not snarly these days. I've been pretty mellow. I think being too busy helps. But sometimes I'm a bitch. I think most of us are from time to time. It's just part of being human.
Oh, Hello Dolly. Thank you Mrsthing. You bet it is part of being human. Selective bitchiness is important though. Manners and all. It's a Snow thing. I like manners. Miss Kitty does, too. Look at her smile.
I am sorry he was not more sensitive to your needs. I am sorry. What was really your experience this week? I know life is hard. I am sorry you have had so many problems to make you feel so disheartened. I have suffered a lot of trauma. It can either hold you down or push you out. I had a brief time of despair recently. Someone cut me deeply in an unexpected way. I had a hard time with it, talked to some professionals who offered me free professional help. I turned it down and decided to leave to help an ailing friend, instead. That is how I ended up at the writer's conference. That was why I was snarly.
You know, you're right. I should have turned to professional help. Instead of just saying some people are assholes and need professional help, I should definitely put the blame on me! Yes, everybody should be more sensitive to my needs. The world does revolve around me. Most certainly. My life is not hard. I'm sorry if I ever left that impression on anyone at all. Well I must go now. Other threads await.
Hi, Thumb. We are rocking along...how are you and the Misses?
As far as giggolo's? Do not know. Look around there are plenty of those I am sure. I prefer a little different type of mate, frankly...kind, thoughtful and respectful.
Come on you, Scholars! Professor Mason's kicking the free-kick... he must concentrate. He must remember the Relativity Theory now, to kick that ball right in the middle of the net. But will he remember that? Under this pressure? This is the final game of the whole season, if the Scholars fail to win today, the title will go to the Street Sweepers. He must remember Einstein's theory now. Mason must calculate all the angles, the length to the goal, the speed of his kick, the power that he must kick the ball, the weight of the ball... Will he miss it? Will he score it? Will the Scholars win the title? He is still concentrating... the audience started booing for wasting the time. The referee whistled minutes ago to complete the free-kick, and yet, Mason hasn't kicked the ball yet. What's happening now? What's going on? Oh My God! What is he doing? Mason pulls out a tiny calculator, and his notes. He is far from ready to kick the ball...
Mason is known as an inept nerd with the inability to react. He will stand in this place trying to make the correct move, but alas, it was over before it began, stymied by confusion. As a John, Joe,Tom, or Enrique, he would have been able to act. But the Bruces, Morris, Masons, and Stuart's will always be paralyzed. A sad social scientific emotional problem known as Nerd Name Anxiety.
He is found in The American Glass Storage and Preserve Academy. He ia one of the Jar family who are known for their advanced technologhy in screw tops. Mason is trying to break out of the mold of Storage and Jams and Rubarb, into the more exciting field of football,,something about wanting a wife. He is referenced in the Nerd in Football Journal and the Sunday supplement of Juicer's and Jars.