You do realize, don't you, that today is pretty much a free day to do all sorts of horrifying, loathesome, and thoroughly inexcusable things that, one year from now, will have no actual anniversary date and thus not truly be "of record"? And that by 2012, anyone holding a grudge over the hideous violations and indiscretions and pecadilloes and wanting to memorialize them by regurgitating their details on the anniversary day, will just come off as bitter? You do recognize this, yes?
Feel free to confess your intentions here, but please be advised that in doing so, you will be making it a lot easier for those offended to find documented evidence to use against you in 2012. (Because, yes, "BISS" will be here forever.)
So, go on. Get outta here. And start taking advantage of this opportunity now. If you're in my time zone, that means you have only eight and a half hours to devise, enact, and revel in your chosen offense.
Didn't she give us the same advice last leap year? Why, yes. Yes, she did. But it was so long ago that she thought you had forgotten. See? See how that works?
Be sure, too, to cuddle up to Big Babies, another nod to leap year.
I admit, I had to look up "peccadillo."
One of the definitions was:
"Child of a dominant mother, victim of a guilt-ridden conscience, [St. Augustine] wrote bewilderingly haunted 'Confessions,' in which infantile peccadilloes like stealing apples and adolescent fumblings with instinctive sexuality are bewailed with all the anguish of a frustrated perfectionist."
Ds, when you were in college, I wasn't even in kindergarten.
Ds made me blink. Clever.
Offered by: lattegirl on March 3, 2008 8:58 AMHuh?
Offered by: KarenZipdrive on March 1, 2008 10:19 AMI live in a university residence community that houses about 1200 undergraduate students. This evening there is an event in our commons block called the Tight and Brite Dance Party. (Don't ask my why they screwed with the visual rhyme that was there in the first place.) As the name suggests, partygoers are supposed to attend this black light- and strobe-lit soirée wearing their tightest and brightest clothing, and so all night I've been encountering drunken boys wearing jockstraps over long underwear and very drunken girls in American Apparel garb that's at least 3 sizes too small for them. The whole thing makes me want to puke. That, and walk into the party with a flame thrower and incinerate anyone who looks like a sausage link crossed with a highlighting pen. But alas, even though everyone would forget about this hot revenge a year from now as I sat rocking in my jail cell, I would never be able remove from my mind the series of multicoloured muffin tops that have victimized my eyes tonight.
Offered by: Brad on March 1, 2008 4:09 AMToday, as part of my job, I met a woman who was born 36 years ago on February 29th. Without inducing labor or any medical processes to speed or delay delivery, this 9-year-old today delivered a healthy baby boy. Both mommy and baby boy leapettes are doing well.
Now, a lighter note...
On a dare in my misspent college days, I actually tried doing a pecadillo whilst on Spring Break in Texas. But those leathery shells really pinch.
Offered by: Ds on February 29, 2008 5:03 PM
