zird is the word (lizardek) wrote,
zird is the word
lizardek

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WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN

I thought about writing a big ol ranty rant but, no.

I thought about writing a scholarly treatise on a subject about which I know much and you know little, just to enlighten the world a little bit but, no.

I thought about writing a zany, knee-slappingly funny anecdote (true story! WAHAHAHA!) but, no.

I was going to give you a blow-by-blow account of how my day went from a bad start to a crazy center, gooey like a cream-filled chocolate, only not nearly as good, to movingatthespeedoflight to crisis center action to okay I can't do anything about this until tomorrow morning when the guy who knows how to fix it might be at work but, alas, no.

I was going to tell the truth about one of my deep, dark secrets but well, no.

I was going to regale you with the moving and tender account of my baby girl's very first day at school, but since she told me I could go after 5 minutes...no.

Why, you ask? Why, oh WHY, would I not be able to write about any of these things?

(BECAUSE IT'S HAPPENED AGAIN)


First Day of School (ever) for Karin and First Day of 2nd Grade for Martin

*Although, not miniscule in how much the person or persons represented in this pixelated simulacrum MEAN to me, just in the noteworthiness of this otherwise unsubstantial and sub-standard journal entry which I am perfectly aware, if otherwise unrepentant, is the equivalent of phoning it in. I pray your forgiveness. And will someone PLEASE tell me how to get Martin to stop making that goofball face when he's being photographed?
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