I: The Bloodless Coup
I'm in charge now. All hail! June, month of summer, when random, lazy chaos is supposed to engulf your life. Granted, it's usually when I regret not still being in school (because I would be out. On break.).
For the next four weeks, I will be your goddess of song. I will be your muse, your inspiration for great work based on absolute random whim. I command your keyboards to be swift, incisive, pity, witty, and brilliant.
5 Comments:
I love a good pity party. Will there be snacks?
12:25 PM
Pithy. I meant PITHY. I'd go and fix it, but then your comment would make no sense....
1:21 PM
swift, incisive, pity, witty, and brilliant. O.M.G. THE PRESSURE.
hee hee hee.....I'm up for the challenge. and the snacks.
1:59 PM
I am so not shipping snacks off to a different state! You, Ms. Tug, are responsible for your own writerly refreshment. I don't suggest the doughnuts. They're stale by now.
2:56 PM
shitdamn. I might cry. probably not, but it sounds good. I'm working on writerly refreshment (say that 10 times fast. or 2) now....in the color of red. in the shape of a wine glass. tug is happy.
7:21 PM
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