I read. I read a LOT. I read things before I even realize I'm reading things. This is precisely why I really hate the whole trend of having words on people's butts. I'm already onto the right cheek before I've even realized I'm reading someone's butt. It's rude, really, to draw my eye from cheek to cheek unknowingly. And the words are never that interesting. I've seen "juicy" "sexy" and "Oklahoma." The last one was by far the most disturbing. Is Oklahoma really provocative enough to be an ass word?
If words are going to be flaunted on a bum, it'd be nice if the words were more interesting, like "Quagmire" "Etymology" or "Perverted." All of these words would make the reader stop and think for a minute. Especially the perverted ones. I ranted about this out loud to Kristen today as "Illinois" walked by.
And now, after hours chatting with Kristen under a umbrella, I'm worried my shoulders are a bit pinkish. This was the same situation a month or so ago that led to my sadly sunburned nose. It really is too bad I hang out with interesting people. Perhaps if I visited with boring people, I'd never get sun burned. I'd also never have a good time, though. Hmm.
Moral of today's story: I should decide when words are butt-worthy.
An Erinku:
too lazy
to change
calender
May to June
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