Don’t hate the game, hate the players. And their families.
Seriously though, don’t know if you’ve written on this theme but perhaps these feelings could be channeled towards something horrifying.
Whenever I have to fill out a form that asks for my “Race”, I check the box marked Other and write in “Richie Cunningham”.
“What a sense of utter calm enshrouds the Golgotha Funeral Home at this hour; except for the measured ticking of the clock and the faint, pervasive scent of formaldehyde, one might well fancy himself on some remote South Sea island.”
-SJ Perelman, Is There a Doctor in the Cast?
I just want to be a part of something bigger (and more fun at parties) than myself.
When they came to clear our dishes away I refused, because I was still working on that.
Finally the time came to pay but there was no one left to speak for me; my friends had all cleared out, and I was stuck with the check.
When they came to take our order I did not speak out, because we needed a little more time.
When they came to tell us some of our entrees would take longer, I said nothing, because mine had already come.
Looking up meaningless in the dictionary is the definition of irony
Well I was about 5 years late to Twitter, now I'm here and only a few years late to the party. If you can help me find some of my old silly compadres, I'd be much obliged.
Regards,
"Dottie"
