Random Thursday (ˈrandəm ˈTHərzdā): the day on which Sarah plunks down all the odd bits and pieces she’s acquired during the week in an effort to avoid writing a real post, the assembly of which usually ends up taking twice as much time as actually sitting down and creating real content.
You know how when you’re on a diet and no longer have a supply of chocolate/doughnuts/pie/Pop Tarts around,* that’s pretty much all you can think about?
This is one of those posts, but without the sugar rush flashbacks.
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Technically, we’re all time travelers, but someone’s removed the reverse gear—though, oddly, not neutral or park . . .
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I’ll have my WIP done in three treesloth days . . .
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The Captured Manifestation of My Road Rage
We have a bumper crop of orange cones blooming this year, because of the elderly sewer-pipe-related sinkholes that have been opening up to swallow whole Volkswagens along my commute.*
Gonna be a long, slow, teeth-gritting, profane, aneurism-inducing summer . . . But at least I’ll get some blog rants out of it.
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I want a Time-Lapse Camera for Writing
And a Zamboni.
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May I leave him a message?
Do you think Mr. von Hogflume does children’s parties?
Because I’d like to go back to the one where Julius Whathisname told me I was too fat to eat a piece of my own birthday cake and tell myself to tell him exactly what he could do with his piece—and then punch him in the nose.
Which is exactly why someone removed my reverse gear . . .
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Idealism vs. Honesty
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A Subtle Reminder
I have four poem entries now
Please write yours right away
‘Cause contests about purple cows
Don’t come along every day!
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* Because you consumed every single icing crumb a quarter to Midnight the day before the launching of your new Lifestyle . . .
*I’m exaggerating, slightly. It was a Hyundai and the Heimlich wasn’t necessary.
Earful of Cider 