Sunday, April 20, 2008

Periwinkle fenugreek


By now you may have heard the rumors of what I’ve REALLY been doing for the past couple of months. No, not the ones about me and the guys from Sunset Tan. And no, not the ones about me cloning Lucky (of Lucky Charms fame). Those have all been grossly exaggerated.

I'll give you a hint. It's not Guam, and it didn't involve a giant flying dog, some quicksand, or a horse.

It did involve a big tree, lots of naps, and mittens.
Isn't life grand?

Well it was anyway, until I found out my darling Mailman has been fucking my chiropractor for the past couple of months, which has made me become extremely paranoid and occasionaly even a little violent, in the doing kung-fu on my friends, neighbors, and cats kinda way.
Example: I'm in Fnac, flipping through books (ok, so they were picture books). My spidey-sense is tingling. I keep moving my eyes from side to side to see if anyone is lurking about, waiting to take me down. Then I get dizzy from doing this and stop. A man approaches and stands behind me. It's all I can do to not flip him over my shoulder and onto his back. What stops me? I'm not physically capable of doing that. And he works there. So yeah. I need help.

Looking on the bright side though, I think I am now ready to join the CIA. I'm quite sure I fit the profile. I think I saw an ad in the local newspaper the other day - "CIA seeking crazy girl who can't keep a secret to save her life, no experience necessary". Although, I WOULD need to put a post-it on my mirror/door/forehead reminding me when I do join the CIA not to tell anyone, unless I want them to be murdered, otherwise I just might forget. Hmmm. Anyone reading this might have to be killed, too. I'm sure you understand, I can't have you blowing my cover and all. Ooh, and exercise, I'm pretty sure I'd need to start exercising.

Oh, well, there's allways next year.


5 comments:

Rayne said...

Um... they are the CIA. Don't they have some secret ray thingie they can zap you with so that you don't have to exercise? You would think they could do that for you now. I mean... I know nothing... I don't know you...... please don't let them kill me!

Oh, and sorry about your mailman. i know he meant a lot to you. just remember, if he is worth fighting for...FIGHT!

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Stephanie said...

I think they're wonderful. Imagine how funny things would be if we al spoke like that.

Miss A said...

I love it how you are getting a hug.
I'm sorry about your mailman too. I never get to see the local postal workers because they are all stealthy like batman.

On that note, maybe instead of joining the CIA you could just start fighting crime?