Sometimes I worry about things I haven't done, things I need to do, and things I did do. Sometimes I wonder how much it really matters in the long run. After all, none of us are going to get out of here alive. Sometimes I fret about being too old. Other times, I wish I were older -- because everybody knows that old ladies can say pretty much anything with impunity and nobody holds against them whatever outrageous epithet comes tumbling out of their mouths. When I am old enough to do that, I'll probably croak the next day. I'm always careful what I wish for, because I know I'm going to get it sooner or later. Oftentimes, I'd have been much better off without it. I know I'd be much better off just warehousing all such worries. Worry gives you wrinkles. I think that's a scientific fact.
There's this one thing I wanted and can't seem to get. Trying to get it has made me feel like I've been to hell and back. Over the course of the past 48 hours, I've been immersed in a quest for one measly little thing. I've searched, installed, experimented, and deleted. All I wanted was one sorry snippet of code to make a thing work, and it just ain't happening. The upside of this flurry of getting nowhere is that I may have learned some new cuss words. I don't think I've ever said them before. And that's saying something. That's how frustrating it's been. In the end, I'm probably better off without the stupid code. One more thing to warehouse and forget.
For some reason, Words Gone Wild have veered off into the lewd and the lascivious the past few days. There must be something in the air. I say that because there are definitive wanton overtones in the latest crop of bad words as well. Maybe it's mating season for malapropisms. Twisted Linguistics had this to say about today's words.
load noises coming from the house
thrusted upon us
Rather than straight-out definitions, Twisted Linguistics said, "Let's tell a story."
Once upon a time, a group of neighbors began complaining to City Hall about load noises coming from the house on the corner, to no avail. They knew from the heavy traffic in and out that someone must definately be having some kind of great oppertunity, but it was incomprehensable to them just what was going on. Until -- until one of the neighbor men worked up the courage to knock on the door one night and find out.
When he came back out, his naturally curious wife asked him what he had seen. She also asked him why he looked so drained and wrung out.
"You don't want to know, dear," he answered.
"Oh, yes, I do," she said. "Tell me what's going on in there!"
"Well, darling," he said, "it turns out that it's a bordello."
"What?!" the wife cried.
"It's true. It's a wharehouse thrusted upon us."
"No!" the wife exclaimed incredulously.
"I'm afraid so," the man said. "There are pert zombies and vampire hookers in there -- wharewhores -- some of them with prehensable tails and fangs. They have wolves, too. The fact is, they've thrusted upon us men enough to have the incom to buy sable and defina jewels and a load of silk and satin and electronics."
"Well, I never!" the wife demurred, blushing.
"I know," said the husband. "Neither do your girlfriends, which is why the wharehos stay so busy. And now if you'll excuse me, I need to go to the ATM. There's this real cutie in there and I'd like to opper."
Whereupon the wife thrusted her purse upside his head and clubbed him inately to def.
Just for fun, how "hot" are you?
|You Play it Cool|
You're not in your face, smokin' hot... and it's all by design
You have a carefully crafted cool persona, leaving everyone wanting to know just a little more.
And just in case you need to get out of town in a hurry, what's your travel horoscope?
|Travel Horoscope for Gemini|
When you travel, you are seeking tons of energy and excitement.
You want a vacation with tons of activities, interesting people, and opportunities for spontaneity.
You should travel to: