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, May 18, 2011
I Think I Want -- What?
I'm going to have a -- shhhh! -- birthday this year. There's nothing I can do about it. It's going to come, regardless. It is, therefore, my opinion that the only thing to do is celebrate the darn thing.
That means ... presents! Whatever anyone gives me will be gratefully accepted and appreciated, but I'm going to have to give myself something completely over the top. Presents are the only way to cope with these seminal, life-changing events. Seriously. This year, it has to be big.
What should it be?
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A new job.
A rich young lovable boyfriend.
A winning Lottery ticket.
A stress free day
Sherrrrrry? A new pair of shoes!!
Nuh-uh, GM. Shoes are a frequent purchase, so that ain't big enough. It's gotta be a BIGGIE.
clown shoes
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/t.
Well, /t., clown shoes would certainly qualify as big. I doubt they'd cut it regarding cute, though.;-)
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