"Home, Is This the Quiet Place Where You Should Be Alone?"
Two things.
I love cleaning the apartment. There is something so fulfilling about cleaning your own space, making things orderly and nice. There is a power and a peace in it. And it's a great time for thinking. I usually listen to my Something Corporate CD while I clean. It's actually my dishwashing CD, but I'm flexible, I can branch out.
The weather took a turn for the much colder today. It was one of those gray, overcast days that just taste of winter. And I sat in the library and looked out at a snow-spotted mountain, and the stillness of those moments was beautiful. Everyone should have a space like that. So don't come find me when I'm in the library. Chances are I'll smile and talk to you, but I'll secretly hate you for intruding on me.
I love cleaning the apartment. There is something so fulfilling about cleaning your own space, making things orderly and nice. There is a power and a peace in it. And it's a great time for thinking. I usually listen to my Something Corporate CD while I clean. It's actually my dishwashing CD, but I'm flexible, I can branch out.
The weather took a turn for the much colder today. It was one of those gray, overcast days that just taste of winter. And I sat in the library and looked out at a snow-spotted mountain, and the stillness of those moments was beautiful. Everyone should have a space like that. So don't come find me when I'm in the library. Chances are I'll smile and talk to you, but I'll secretly hate you for intruding on me.
posted by juxtaposer at 11:42 PM
2 Comments:
I'm not going to humiliate myself by trying to write as wittily as the Lizzenator. If I may, I'll just express my continued appreciation for her noteworthy contribution to the rare literate lexicon of Internet English.
Psssssh. Purely accidental, I assure you. You can be just as "witty" as I, in only three easy steps!
1. Please yourself. I just like to have fun.
2. Start rambling. Who knows what will come out!
3. Throw in a few barbs. Let people know you're the cool. Not The Cool, of course, because that's me, and I don't hold with stolen identities.
That's the big secret. Or whatever.
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