It Could Be Worse

While I am fond of many things, I most enjoy it when people say things they didn't think through. A while ago, a circle of us were complaining about various things like having to work, like having a broken-car, like coming up with money for a plane ticket home, when my roomate-at-the-time said, "Oh, I know! You know what really sucks? All my parent's houses are on the beach."

During the silence that followed while we were wrapping our brains around this complaint, she continued, "Well, you know it DOES suck. Becuase sometimes instead of Hawaii or California, I really want to go skiing in the mountains. Or maybe I want to go to a beach that's not always the same temperature." And that pretty much killed that conversation.

I think about things like and am very pleased when such phrases come my way. Another favorite is the girl who, during a discussion of poverty, said, "Oh, I know ALL about poverty. My maid told me about it." Fantastic!

Alas, I've been feeling ucky today and presents have sapped the last of my creativity. But I suppose it could be worse. I mean, it would totally suck to have only have houses on the beach. Because...you might...get tired of sand and warmth? Hmm.

**And, in an odd moment of directly addressing the audience, I've finished my "Monotone Christmas" album. It's monontous and if you have a hole in your life where a monotone song or two should be, let me know...I've got lots of copies. Ad over.**

Moral of today's (a.k.a. random fact): as bad as I hurt today from working out, tomorrow will be worse and way whinier.

An Erinku:
socks
promising to glow
fade quickly
into dark