Tell me what was so important…
January 6, 2012 § Leave a comment
Here. For those of you that thought we were not around: Well, we haven’t been. You were right.
We were away. Doing important things. Things like learning, and running away, and skipping stones, but mostly eating. We did it all. And now, we (me) are back. And boy do we (I) have a story.
I was out on the town, buying some coffee. The proverbial town was a gas station, and I was inside of it. I payed for the coffee. I drank some. I realized, “Hey, what would be the best thing that could happen now? If I found a semi-fresh doughnut in my right hand.” It didn’t happen. I cried. The cashier asked me to step away from the counter.
That is the moral of the story. You don’t always get what you want. And sometimes things are not what they seem. For instance, that cashier seemed like a compassionate individual on first glance. But when the tears started flowing, she started showing that she was unsympathetic to cry-loitering.
Another example of things being not what they seem: I said that we were all out learning. This is only half true. And that just now was only a third true, as the original statement was really a whole two thirds true. (I’m a deliciously unreliable narrator). Jay and I have been learning. Derek has been sitting in his basement, drinking Ale81’s and watching re-runs of Golden Girls. And I mean, who can blame him? What isn’t endearing about the story of four dirty-minded elderly women and their scandalous blind-date-related shenanigans?
So now you know what we’ve been doing, and I’ve given you cause to laugh at Derek’s life. It’s pretty silly. But I have made my post, and now it’s somebody else’s turn. I’ll leave you with some more poetry:
The Derek that sleeps on couch,
is often seen just as a slouch.
This isn’t quite true,
he likes to paint too.
Though mostly he just paints the couch.
Ha ha… that was stupid.