Mon., Sept. 27, 1999
OK, it's Monday and I'm feeling a little down. After all the excitement of yesterday, I guess I should have expected it. This is Earth, after all, not Nirvana. We really can't expect a Mike the Wonder Chicken or a Harry Hairball to come along and brighten each and every day."It takes 43 muscles to frown but only 17 to smile. So, for good cardiovascular health, frown as often and as hard as you can. If you're a typical happy, lazy American, it just might extend your life. It certainly will make it seem as if you've been around longer than you really have been to all those you know and meet." Still, I refuse to accept the fact that there's nothing I can do to make myself feel better. I've already done all I can to avoid feeling worse by phoning and telling them that I will not be attending tonight's Children Against Drunk Preaching meeting. Now it's time to start working on positively improving my mood by gathering together a few of my more vicious pet peeves and releasing them into the wild.
A lot of online journallers seem to enjoy presenting long lists of pet
peeves as if bringing others down with their silly complaints is a valid
way to make themselves feel better. Not me. The following long
list is presented merely to show others the sorts of things I never want
to receive as a gift. The effect this knowledge has on them is of
no concern to me at all.
Well, gee.... That didn't last long.
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(All Material ©2000 by Dan Birtcher just to further the illusion that he's really not crazy, just slightly ahead of his time) |
| Special Note To The Individual Who Snuck Into My Yard Last Night, Ripped Leaves From My Trees, And Scattered Them All Across My Driveway: I still have my Sgt. Joe Friday Fingerprint Kit. I know right where it is. I have the entire rest of the day now to remember how to use it and to dust each and every leaf for prints. Oh, how I wish I'd also kept those X-ray glasses I ordered from that same comic book, just so I could see you sweat! Alas, Mom forced me to give my prom date something in lieu of a corsage. Just don't expect her to save you once I've discovered your identity, hunted you down, and forced a bottle of Elmer's finest into your hands. Those branches have been waving their naked little twigs outside my window long enough!!! |