I’m like a totally froody dude and stuff…
Nono, not fruity! Froody, Fr-OOD-y, not fr-UIT-y; froody, like in “Hitchhikers’ guide to the galaxy.”
You haven’t read Hitchhikers’ guide? Oh, why do I even waste my time…
This used to be on my blogger profile page once upon a time and in terms of sheer quality/ emotional whatchammacallit, it still ranks among the best things I’ve written, so paste it here, I must :
My single-minded aim in life has always been to get me a bean-bag. And when, not if, I do finally come up with a bean-bag, I shall say to it, “You… [sniffle sniffle, jaw muscles a-twitching] …complete me.” And never a truer word shall have been spoken.
But here’s the catch. Said bean-bag will be unable to mutter through tears and an epic pout that I had it at Hello and that, in a nutshell, is the story of my life.