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THINGS THAT MAKE
YOU GO "URGH" |
2003-11-30
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One of the most obnoxious type of junk mail is the feel-good, cliché-ridden chain letter: "If you are a loving friend, send this to all your friends, and you will see they love you too!" Urgh. Below is the first half of my reply to the second of three such chain letters. Wow, that's a lot of numbers in one sentence. Anyway, I put the original piece of spam in blue: Think about them one at a time BEFORE going on to the next one. IT DOES MAKE YOU FEEL GOOD! No need to yell. I CAN UNDERSTAND YOU PERFECTLY WELL WITHOUT THE USE OF UPPERCASE LETTERS.
Hurts when you go at it face first. And other masochistic endeavours. Your spouse is sharing with another lover. But still having to wait because the cashier just has to tell her colleague what Cindy's boyfriend did last night at the party. From your drunken uncle. Such as bills and adverts. Knowing that you are slowly sending it all to hell with the polluting fumes from your exhaust pipe. And hearing its fabulous ending cut so the D.J. can remind you for the twelfth time to which station you're listening. Then realizing the reason you can hear it is because you left the window open and you probably shouldn't have put your computer there. Need to be folded like the rest of your interminable laundry. Taunting you and mocking your unsuccessful diet. With a plugged-in toaster. That halts abruptly as soon as you try to contribute to it. Printed on your MasterCard as a reminder of the trip you can't afford. If you can't beat them, join them, right? And having to go to work the next morning, knowing you could've resumed this conversation at a more convenient time. With the final report your boss requested in five minutes. Because life refuses to give you one. And the harmonious cackle that usually follows. That you just told a bunch of confused strangers. Get off the stage! And the ability to recognize sarcasm from a person's tone. And then endlessly rolling around in your bed, wide awake. And realizing how inept you are at relationships when it occurs to you that this is your third "first kiss" this month. In the morgue. Because you had to put the old one to sleep this morning. And learning he or she is a practical joker with a fetish for Crazy Glue. Then waking up to your pathetic reality. Dropped on your pants, right between the legs. Who insist on playing their compilation tape of their favourite boy band. While your spouse is swinging that other way. With spinach between your teeth. For your ungrateful children who're probably doing drugs as we speak. Because they'd never do anything nice unless you had them do it. Who gently turns around, kisses you, then calls you the wrong name. They still pull your underwear to your neck when cool kids come by. From the window at your workplace. Because, well, what else have you got to be grateful about? In prison. Just before he or she asks for a divorce. And still getting crap for it. Next page Previous page Back to the DE Expressions archive |
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