I'm screwed.
I can't cook. I can't drive. I can't sing. I can't draw. I'm behind in school. I always wake up late. I'm plain looking. I'm skinny. Really skinny. I'm loud mouthed, opinionated, insulting, and irritating.
I'm going straight to hell. I will not pass Go, I will not collect $200.
I'm hearing my sisters tell lame jokes and talk about guys.
Tonight, I'm watching a movie with Orlando Bloom in it.
I accidently broke our digital camera. This means no new pictures for anyone.
Comment and send me some encouragement. I'll have fun deleting your comment. If you're still feeling sorry for me, drop me a line. I'll try my damnedest to ignore it.
6 comments:
You're on your own, man...
...nah, just kidding. Umm... much love!
Gio.
bum days huh?
sorry.
Welcome to the cool part of town.
The thrills...and the spills!!
Staying up late again? ;)
C'mon, Eman, things could be worse!
You could be unable to eat.
You could be one of those people who always gets hopelessly lost b/c they can never ask for directions.
You could be deaf.
You could be incapable of appreciating art at all.
You could be illiterate.
You could not be able to wake up at all.
You could look like Orlando Bloom.
You could be fat. Really fat.
You could be an opinion-less mouse, who's nevertheless insulted & irritated by everyone else.
You could be playing "Monopoly".
By yourself.
Your sisters could be screaming bloody murder & beating you up for breaking that camera.
You could be Orlando Bloom!
And hey, it can't be so bad being screwed when all girls love you!!
Get some good rest, ask the Lord to tell u how He sees u, & don't ignore what He says! I'll be praying for you.
Gio: Your comment is in danger of deletion. If it weren't for your words of truth at the beginning, I'd delete.
Liz: Yes, bum days. But finding your comment here was like suddenly finding 20 bucks on the street.
Half hour of cheer power!
Zero: Indeed. Thank you.
Rick: You found me.
Nina: I always stay up late.
True. Now how horrible would that be. We love food.
I'm a man. I don't ask for directions.
True.
True.
True. That would probably hurt the most.
True. We call people incapable of ever waking up the dead.
True.
True.
True.
I should try that sometime. The game ends when I own every property, railroad, and utility. Even jail. Power surge!
I would stop them by bribing them with a clip of fl35h "breaking it down to Mr. Postman".
Very true.
True.
Thanks for your prayers.
I bet you all are just watching and waiting to see if I would delete any of your comments, but being that I have such a swell congregation (two swell website authors, a good buddy from Mexico, I-have-something-to-say-about-anything-lynC-writes Gio, and encouraging Nina), I think I'll keep it this way.
Look at the size of this thing.
I've exhausted myself.
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