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I’m a very efficient waster of time. Observe this sentence.

Beauty Besieged
Oh Troy, with your shamelessly naked plot batting her starry eyes at the audience.

Quiet! I Can’t Hear Myself Not Think!
The sun rose, the birds sang, time goes on—but you’re still talking.

“Under Me” (C.S. Lewis’ Chronicles of Narnia) - Oh Bowels of the Earth, How I Love You
You and another girl are both interested in a guy. He chooses the other girl.

At the prom dance, he asks you to dance, just to be nice. The girl looks uneasy

This is my golden, blue-eyed, hot opportunity, you think to yourself.

You’re a terrible dancer, by the way. You flounder everywhere and grind your partner’s feet into the ground.

Finally, you return and the girl is smirking as her date, not yours, retakes her arm.

Embarrassed, you announce defiantly, “Well, I’ve stepped all over your territory.”

Verbal Artistry
What should an artist never say to his overweight model?

Thank you for giving me so much to work with.