it has come to my attention that i should no longer assume that all the idiosyncrasies that i may posses pertain to anyone else. i was foolish to think that any of you are also obsessed with rubber bands and paperclips. i apologize. profusely. just because i spend my nights spelling questionable words, and building random objects with the handy office supplies [or pretzels, if i can afford them] doesn't denote that you have any idea what i'm talking about. and rather, it has you thinking that maybe i should seek help. so, next time i will refer to something that you are all familiar with. like, just how tasty a cold pibb [or, pick your own poison: pep, dew, chocomilk] is after a long hard day of daydreaming.

but, get this, bobbo! i'm in my room, drawing amusing doodles on my mirror with a dry erase marker, and giggling to myself. then, out of the corner of my eye i detect a colorful thing out the window. and even though i am highly distracted by colorful and/or shiny objects, i shrug it off, i figure i'm just seeing things again. i continue with meticulously drawing the hair on froboy, but my eyes keep shifting to look out the window. i fight the urge -- for i am an artist at work! but, i succumb to my curiosity. and, with only half a froboy drawn i venture to the porthole to the outside world. and there it was boys and girls, feast your eyes - over there! in the distance -- in ALL it's glory! 'twas a hot air balloon. "holy monkey!" i hollered con gusto. holy monkey, indeed.


Slapped up here on 9/28/2001 06:25:00 PM by: Me, Suzy...