Miss Begotten is one of my pet names for myself, for Southern Gothic reasons best kept to myself. Miss Begotten tries to speak plainly, but sometimes she tends to babble -- parenthetically, of course. It's never my intention to offend (and usually that's true - except on those [maybe not so] rare occasions when I mean it very friggin' much) but it sometimes happens, so if you're unusually easily offended...
Saturday, November 04, 2006
It's Saturday, and I'm Open to Ideas
What shall I do with myself today? There are a lot of things I need to do, should be doing, but I'm not really in the mood. Mood is everything with me; if I'm not in it, it ain't gonna happen. Period.
I could write some trash about myself and then e-mail it out en masse, pretending to be someone else -- and pretending to be outraged. Nah; that's been done.
I could write some fake blogs. But no, that's already been done, too.
Phooey! Some people have all the fun. (Y'all do realize that I smacked myself upside the head perhaps a bit too hard this morning?)
Ah, well, it's only 11:00 o'clock. I have all day to figure it out. The house is quiet and I could be -- should be -- writing. But I am not in the mood. Maybe I'll brave the cold and heed the siren call of the mall. In fact, I should call a girlfriend to go along and make a day of it. With lunch. I could go for a big, juicy cheeseburger with all the trimmings.
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2 comments:
Oh man, now I am hungry for a big juice ceheesburger....my worst vice.....(ok maybe not my worst)
I know I am hung over and tired and it is raining sideways.......I think I will make one quick trip into town for a burger and ice cream.....
You should do the same
Go forth and have that cheeseburger. You've had a tough week; you've earned it. I dragged one of my friends out and went for it. I decided on a Reuben instead of the cheeseburger, though. And French fries. Go and enjoy.
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