bryan87
It wasn't Alice that got swept up in the tornado it was Dorothy. It took me a moment to realize my mistake. I can vividly remember the wicked witch of the west, the WWW, riding her broom in the storm. Or maybe it was a bike? It's not important.
It's warm, but not warm enough for insects. That means not warm enough for short. But too warm for pants. I can sit under a tree and not worry about ants.
Caves and men, art that depicts scores of loin-cloth wearing savages spearing mammoths. Primitive reminders of the greatness of man.
He orders an Americano from the barista, a tattooed girl who barely acknowledges him between bites of her tuna sandwich. He's not sure she's even heard his order, when she plops the drink in front of him. "That's $3," she says to no one in particular.
I think that everyone wishes, secretly, that they didn't have to go to work, that they could focus on that one passion project that will make life worth living. But it gets hard to separate leisure and work. Photographers can't always do it, it gets tough to make your art your work. It's the same for writing. It's only easy when you're not getting paid.
I am having trouble with writer's block right now. I should be working but I keep spending my time procrastinating. I don't have all that much to do, but I can make every excuse to wander the hallowed hall's of my office to go to the bathroom, grab a snack, look up something I forgot.
I'm designing a poster at work for a campaign called Vow of Silence. The campaign deals with children being quiet for 24 hours and raising $2 each hour they remain silent. I don't think it makes much money if it's a literal campaign. Kids love talking. Other than that the poster child for it should be that guy that sings Shaddap You Face.
I'm not sure if David and Goliath were gladiator's but they might as well have been. If they were boxers, they wouldn't be matched up because of size advantages. That's not really a good way to match people up. A little guy who knows karate would probably ruin a big dude who's got no skills.
In the winter I get really chapped lips. It's terrible. One time in grade nine my lips were so chapped that the red proceeded up my lip towards my nostrils and it burned constantly. That was the year I learned the importance of having a chapstick. Also, I think I'm going to get fired.
I'm not really sure what scorn means. It kind of looks like scom, but it sounds like scone. I think it's negative. It's funny how someone like me, a writer, who has probably used the word dozens of times has no real idea of what the word actually means. But then again, half the time I'm re-writing ad copy from ad people who have no clue about metaphors.
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