I'm only human after all, nor am I particularly ethical.
But when these ugly thoughts nest in my head - I'm better off to write them out - then get over it. I'm still whining (whinging for my British friends) about sales, or the lack of sales, in the UK especially.
Could I be so crude as to offer to take bribes for space on my book shelf. To sell my vote for a mere $.35 each? Would anyone be desperate enough to spend a buck, or a quid or something?
There is a very nasty little troll on my shoulder who is chortling wickedly, licking her lips and rubbing her hands together with glee. "So what if you get caught?" she says. "Laugh it off. Look at the 'slut backings,' the two for one backings. You didn't invent that crap, nor did you take advantage of it. Wimps never win you know. Cheaters win. They win all the time."
"TRY IT!" She jumps up and down like an excited Min-pin dog.
I flick her off my shoulder like a booger.
"I'll be back!"
I'm not that pathetic.
Really.
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A Very Old Memory
After school at West Junior High I took the bus to West 5th Street. I checked in at the Leeward, where Opal was working behind the bar, ta...
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Jean, you are starting to rub off on me!
ROFL!
Hopefully things pick up for you soon. I'd hate to see what would happen if more rubbing occurs. ;)
I've named the little imp on my shoulder (Gizzitch). I know her well but don't often give in. Not often....
It's the constant chatter that gets on my nerves. The little buggers never shut up.
Welcome - DL.
You have a wonderful way of describing your life and attitudes. What a gift you are in my life.
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