(This is my eleventy-first birthday! Alas, it is too short a time to spend among such excellent and admirable hobbits. I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.)
I can't think, but it's not because of drugs or nothin'. I wish it was, 'cuz then I'd have an excuse. Naw, my only explanation is lack of dental hygeine. And you don't have to try to puzzle that out; it doesn't make sense. I always think back to that day and wonder: what went so terribly wrong as to bring me to this lowly state? But it never helps, because I can't think, so I can't puzzle out what went wrong to make me unthinkable, and so I don't know what to fix so I can think again, and then my head hurts, and that's the end of that.
Suggestions?
(And Proudfoots.PROUDFEET!)
YAY BILBO!!!!! ^_^
ReplyDeleteI never want to hear you say "lack of dental hygiene" again. My mom's a hygienist, and she'd have a heart attack.
PROUDFOOTS! SO MUCH BETTER!
Think back to what day? Are you Frodo? (Please be Frodo.)
You're unthinkable. It's okay. Just... do some reading. Or just write. That's what I did to come up with the idea that is on my blog right now so go read it and comment on it before I explode. I made myself write, and I did, and then it got me thinking, and then I wasn't unthinkable anymore (just crazy).
OKAY I WILL GO READ IT WHICH ONE IS IT OR WILL I JUST BE ABLE TO TELL?
ReplyDeleteI BET YOU COULD TELL AND IT'S REALLY NOT THAT AWESOME AND I NEVER ACTUALLY POSTED THE STORY (JUST PLOT).
ReplyDeleteAND NO, I'M NOT SORRY FOR SHOUTING AT YOU OVER THE INTERNET.
I just realized what bothered me about this post. Eleventy-first. Yeah. Now it's complete.
ReplyDeleteIt's right there. Up at the top, in the beginning of the quote. I don't know how you missed it.
ReplyDeleteGuess I must have skimmed. I do that sometimes. Speedreading (speed-reading? speed reading?) does that to you.
ReplyDeleteThis. was. amazing.
ReplyDeleteI'm still looking for a better way to do that emphasis thing. The little guy in a pink sweater who works in that giant cavity above my eyes keeps slapping me when I try to use periods.
ReplyDeleteThe little guy in the pink sweater who lives in the open space above my eyes keeps slapping me when I emphasize with sentence fragments. He's very persistent.
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