Okay,
So I like to stay busy. But it seems that I cannot be just busy. I have to be TOO busy are so extremely busy that I cannot function. What is all that about. I mean, where do we draw the lines between work and work-a-haulic? I just I need to find a balance I suppose, as I seem to miss out on some of those things that are most dear to me, as I am always busy with work.
Monday, October 22, 2007
Thursday, January 18, 2007
One Word: Create
He looked down at the small lump of mud and thought he could make a delicious meal. He he molded it into the shape of a small disc, with extra details taken on the the decorative toppings. A small twig. A bit of a green leaves for color.
As he took a bite of his masterpiece he realized...no matter what you make it look like, a mud pie is still not more than just dirt and water.
Alas, his stomach turned over and he ran to his mother crying.
As he took a bite of his masterpiece he realized...no matter what you make it look like, a mud pie is still not more than just dirt and water.
Alas, his stomach turned over and he ran to his mother crying.
Thursday, January 4, 2007
One Word: Collar
1: I think I've got him.
2: He looks Rabid.
1: What? No he's just wiry.
2: Well you better get him into that cage before he bites you.
1: Okay... (struggles and gets bitten on the arm)
2: Now you're in trouble. 1: Um I'll be fine lets just cart him off.
(They begin to walk away into the the darkness and the shadow of 1 begins to squirm and shake)
Lights down.
January 4, 2007 12:56 PM
2: He looks Rabid.
1: What? No he's just wiry.
2: Well you better get him into that cage before he bites you.
1: Okay... (struggles and gets bitten on the arm)
2: Now you're in trouble. 1: Um I'll be fine lets just cart him off.
(They begin to walk away into the the darkness and the shadow of 1 begins to squirm and shake)
Lights down.
January 4, 2007 12:56 PM
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