Maybe a thread-bare clown (not on purpose threadbare, you know, not STAGE threadbare) with bad makeup (like, it's just makeup? Not "clown" makeup"?) and they're surly, but not in an amusing way and just wandering the streets with a half-empty bottle of seltzer that lost its fizz? And no pie.
That, my friends, is a sad clown.
I am so completely fuggin' bored. I have no energy to do ANYTHING. I hauled and spread over a half-ton of compost (homophobic free compost!) yesterday, and went on my jog late today so the heat - she kilt me ded. I was grumpy from an argument with Mr. S last night (we NEVER fight. We disagree, but we never FIGHT, argh.) and didn't sleep well and I want to do a million things but I don't want to do ANY of them. I want instant gratification in the form of chocolate, margaritas (good ones, not the crap ones last night, bleh - and honestly: how does a bartender in Texas not know how to make a margarita that doesn't taste like mix? I mean, COME ON.) a movie or a roller coaster. Like, it would be awesome if there was a roller coaster that showed up at my front door, so I could take three steps and ENJOY. Because that, ladies and gentlemen, is how friggin' lazy I am today.
Dream coasters. And now, I am sadder than that clown. The one with no pie, and no meaning. Also, clowns suck.
That, my friends, is a sad clown.
I am so completely fuggin' bored. I have no energy to do ANYTHING. I hauled and spread over a half-ton of compost (homophobic free compost!) yesterday, and went on my jog late today so the heat - she kilt me ded. I was grumpy from an argument with Mr. S last night (we NEVER fight. We disagree, but we never FIGHT, argh.) and didn't sleep well and I want to do a million things but I don't want to do ANY of them. I want instant gratification in the form of chocolate, margaritas (good ones, not the crap ones last night, bleh - and honestly: how does a bartender in Texas not know how to make a margarita that doesn't taste like mix? I mean, COME ON.) a movie or a roller coaster. Like, it would be awesome if there was a roller coaster that showed up at my front door, so I could take three steps and ENJOY. Because that, ladies and gentlemen, is how friggin' lazy I am today.
Dream coasters. And now, I am sadder than that clown. The one with no pie, and no meaning. Also, clowns suck.
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I'm with you on the wanting to be entertained but at no cost to myself front: I keep waiting for the Internet to start up a soft shoe routine, but not a lame one - I want a good one, that includes sparklers and maybe even a little show smoke. But so far all it's giving me is a lame magic show that a 4-year old would see through.
Wake up people! Don't you know you're supposed to be amusing me?
The internet did give unto me Mahjongg, which is pleasing, but frustrating all the same. I want my smell-o-vision! Or maybe I don't...
I'm so damn tired today, I couldn't manage chopsticks for my Pad Thai, so I hollered at Mr. S to bring me a fork, because I couldn't get it myself. I AM PATHETIC. Look away... *cries*
I envision said mime in the prototypical outfit of stripes and beret and it seems to me that that is just about the saddest thing ever - voluntarily donning those clothes, then checking oneself out in the mirror and doing the internationally recognized mime gesture for "Dayum! I look good!" before hitting the streets.
Also, it now occurs to me to wonder: if a mime says a word while alone in a forest, is he still a mime?
Also? next time I make a leg-of-lamb into shish kabob, I'm planning on getting a bone-in one, as the boned sort have had their anatomy interfered with to a degree which makes them impossible to dismantle properly.
Julia, still, it was easier than the time I made omelets for everyone at a brunch.
I cheated and got the kids pizza last night. And paid the babysitter extra to clean it all up afterwards. SCORE.
I have to move the same amount of compost next weekend, as well, and am tired just thinking about it. I really should just be put down, as I am DISGUSTING when I'm whiney.
Starting with the house cleaned for a party is a real advantage to that process.
Julia, also need to make sure everything is SOAKED, as my preferred house sitter is going to Oregon for a compost conference that week and we're getting her computer-geek fiance instead.
Also, just spilled coke all down my bewbs. Because I am GOOD. OOOH!!! I haven't watched your clip, yet, DOOD! I'm off to preen at your skilz, yo!
Hope you fixed it.
*cracks whip* Heh. (Oh, and he's a good guy. He can admit when he's in the wrong - it's one of those things that makes our marriage work - we both can admit to mistakes and move on.)
BABY BEAR!! (And I am SO glad to hear you didn't get out and stand in the middle of the road to snap that picture. Do I need to remind you of my Stupid People Stories from my days in the Grand Tetons? Hee!) I bet the boys were SO HAPPY to see animals! Have you posted? I'll check it out.
I read for a bit, so I'm feeling more peppy now, yay!
I can't wait to hear about your trip, see pics, and hear your thoughts on the book, YAY!! (Right now I'm reading The Meaning of Everything, which is about the creation of the OED and it's amazingly interesting. BFF saw the author in a lecture series in Ann Arbor, and said it was absolutely fascinating, and she sent the book along. Good stuff, and I'm only in the first chapter!
*massive, bone creaking hugs!!*
And energy? What is that? I have none!
All is well now, yes indeedy! I had to buy the last of the school supplies - plastic folders with pockets and brads were the HOLY GRAIL this year. I also have chocolate chip cookies, so I can't complain any more. I mean, I could, but that would just be pushing it. haha.
*pets you*
*gives you roller coasters*
Also: just sent you the final bit to that thing. [/cryptic]
Years ago I had a temp job in an office where there was a guy who would bring in his sad clown paintings and lean them against the wall in his cubicle. I was kind of relieved when that job ended, because you know it was only a matter of time before coworkers started to disappear and he'd come in wearing their skin.
The benefit of wearing your co-workers skin is how many practical jokes you could pull while impersonating them. Plus, all that blood dripping on the carpet? You could change out housekeeping's cleanser for water and I think you'll all get a good laugh when you stop to think about the fun.
Or when they're hauling you into the police car. Something like that.
My icon says it all...
Does it make it better or worse for you if I say my throat is still sore from coaster screaming?
Enjoy!