y'all can't all be wrong: Two Month Wit

I love it when somebody slips you a piece of wit and you laugh your ass off when you finally get it two months later. Verbal dancing -- brilliant... Masters of wit, oh you move me, you shake me. You are my -- Thriller! Thriller yeah! Bah do-do-do-dow dunt; Bah do-do-do-dow dunt; Oh my god, think like you're on methamphetamine and speak like you're on weed. I think I read that in the Bible somewhere -- some "Today's New Word" version, or something like that.

I realize that the cup of ycabw often runneth over in negativisticalismal content, and I just don't want to give the world the wrong idea -- don't take my cynicism and depressing words to heart. I really don't use pencils to stab holes in paper to make them both worthless. I'm just a South-Going-Zax stuck too far north, but when the final count comes in, rest-assured, I'll be slicing through champagne bottles with substantially long machetes. There's a party in my head (David Byrne) -- y'all-all just haven't seen it yet. Y'all can't all be wrong. QED. (t)QED! Anybody still with me?

So, to avoid being classified as a cynical blog, my next 7 posts (at least 7) will avoid any sort of cynicismicalationism and will focus on why life (the freakazoidalational thing that it is) is so great. But, I need one last bite of angst before I commence a-merrily:

Oh, I'll see you on the Styx my friend.
Yeah, my friend, we'll drown on the Lethe,
So sad to say goodbye.

God, I fuggin love that (I wrote it nearly a year ago). But hey, smilelys for all :-) [with or without the rubber hose :-~) ]... On the first day of happiness my Prozac gave to me: I give them props all the time, but picklejuice and being jennifer garrett have been two great joys in my life over the last six months. They are really the only two blogs that I read every day, but it's cool and their words keep me motivated and feeling Willy Wonka-ily. They've even influenced the way I write as that little "ily" demonstrates. Rock on.

Comments

*sniff*...you make an old woman cry.

Did I get that one right? (singing lyrics quickly in my head...) No, wait - you make an old woman blush. That's what I meant to say - it still works, right?

I may have to kill Jennifer Garrett so that I can be your one and only, though - you know this, right?

Who am I kidding? I'm too lazy to kill anyone. Maybe I'll try to convince her to fall on something pointy. If she's not a hard sell, that is. Cuz I'm tired.

Posted by: picklejuice @ February 4, 2004 02:39 AM

So, it's to be like this, eh, Picklejuice? I'm not afraid. I can take you. Me and my army of minions.

Posted by: Jen @ February 4, 2004 12:00 PM

"Fall on something pointy" is great phrase.
...
Let's rename minions to monions (moron crosses with onion, maybe?).

:-)

Posted by: TQ @ February 4, 2004 12:02 PM

I don't know, TQ. Monions sounds a lot like funions, which is a tasty snack treat. And I never nibble on my minions (well, hardly ever).

Posted by: Jen @ February 5, 2004 05:58 AM

Damn, I meant funyuns. Why can't I ever remember how to spell made-up words?

Posted by: Jen @ February 5, 2004 06:00 AM