I'm prettier than you are.
Saturday, 30 November 2002
Oh Bitch. You Worry?

OK, so I had a whole storyline (sort of) I was going to do, and it was going to be a lot of fun. It was going to be a takeoff on "Clue" (the game, of course, not the movie), and I was going to call it a "Jewdunnit", and it was going to turn out that Roberta Flack killed me softly with her song in the conservatory (no, not really). It was going to be great, it was going to be marvelous, it was going to be ... well, a lot of things ... but ...

My light was snuffed out on the first day of Hanukkah, and it was symbolic and all kinds of poetic. It could quite possibly have been construed to be a little political too, but, well, you would know better given that I despise politics and haven't read a newspaper since 1974.

But then I realized something: You don't want creativity. You don't want innovative, conceptual whatnot and whozit. You just want me to talk about Turkey Day and Black Friday and my teen angst. You really just want this.

Happy now?

Did you worry that I was really gone?

xoxo,

fresh-baked at 03:07 PM
Comments

Of course, I'm thinking Robert STACK.....but, dayum! That image won't leave my mind now.

Offered by: Joan on December 1, 2002 3:01 AM

Is it improper for me to point out a little error here? "turn out that Robert Flack killed me softly with her song".......Do you know something about Robert Flack that the rest of us don't?

Offered by: Joan on December 1, 2002 3:00 AM

Jodi as Martha Stewart...oh.

Heartwarming stories are always "wanted", as are "feel good" movies

Offered by: sally on November 30, 2002 10:34 PM

I sss-sorta want to ask.

When (or more importantly how) did you come to this realisation?

Offered by: leo on November 30, 2002 9:19 PM

But...but...but...who is the one-eye-browed crazy woman twirling in Vermont? We've conducted DNA tests and despite her poor taste in frocks, she has the fabulous chromosome.

Offered by: Mad Genius on November 30, 2002 5:48 PM

Nah. From now on it's just recipes and household hints. And heartwarming stories about the breastfeeding of my "preemie".

Offered by: Jodi on November 30, 2002 3:58 PM

Jodi, oh you should have done it. I was thinking you had an encounter with Mr. "Kiss my Ass" or any of the multitude of people you were at the train station Thursday and "things" happened.

Offered by: sally on November 30, 2002 3:45 PM