I swear. I know I may not be the best at grammar, or English, or writing, or speaking, or anything , really, but I do appreciate the honest attempt to write, speak or ... I don't know, burp the English language. (I'm sure I'd appreciate the honest attempt to write, speak or burp other languages, but I'm not fluent in any other, so alas, I must stick with English. Curse my unilinguity. I made up a word. Unilinguity. Uni-linguity?) The review for Spelling Bee was in the school newspaper this week. It was terrible . To say the least. I think I wrote better pieces of literature when I was in middle school. I mean, if we all thought that the man who writes for the local newspaper, a former sports columnist, was bad, this reviewer just came bounding and leaping ahead of him and took first prize in the Really Crappy Composition Contest . (See what I did with the alliteration there? Clever.) Not only was it a summary of the plot, a really horribly, criminally vomitous summary...
Teaching people that you can get a better body just by wearing clothes? Wrong-o. (Note: I don't believe that there really are people like this. Just making commentary on the product. Also, please note the '70s wallpaper and carpeting.) Peace. Molly
Prepare yourselves for uncensored, uninhibited word vomit. I feel like an idiot. I feel second best, most of the time. I don't think I can handle being turned down, or passed up, or what have you, one more time. There is always someone better than me. I've been doing pretty well up until right now, and for some reason, this feeling of dread and sadness just poured down over me and I can't keep my head above water. I'm sure this feeling will pass in the morning. But when it hits, it hits. And it stings. It's not a fun feeling. I feel like I've been putting it off, keeping it under control, putting it on the back burner. But it's still there. And when I feel like I might be free of it, something else happens that pushes me back under. Some of you know what I'm referring to, most of you don't. And it's better that way. I don't need to explain myself. I don't want to give someone the ego boost of knowing that they had an imp...
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