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...
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Just Shoot Me
Oftentimes when I hear the word, "Why?" -- even when I utter it myself -- the automatic rejoinder is, "Why not?" Last night, after the day I had yesterday, I know why not. Anybody who gave a damn about me would have mercy-shot me. There has to be a better way to make a living. And here I sit, asking myself, à la Nancy Kerrigan, "Whyyyyy?!" And drowning myself in the nostalgia of old music. Why not?
Happy Hump Day!
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pourquoi,
mon sherry, pourquoi
HAPPY HUMP DAY, SERENA JOY!
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/t.
I can identify with that. For all that goes right twice as much goes wrong!
Why not, indeed???!!!
Happy Easter, Serena. Oh! And Happy Hump Day!
Oh, simplement parce que, /t. But what the heck, it's Hump Day now. I think I'm gonna live. Happy Hump Day!;)
Ain't that the gospel truth, Roxan? I think it must be a law of nature or something.:-)
Exactly, Lee! Good to see you. Happy Hump Day and Happy Easter.:)
No Guns for you!!!
I don't want you to go anywhere!
Shoot Me instead...
G-man needs a mercy shoot? LOL. Alas, I am not the one to do it; my aim is terrible.:-)
~Serena
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