No words
Something has happened to me and as a consequence I have nothing to say anymore. Let me explain. Last week at some point, I'm not sure when, my cynicism left me and now I am stuck for words. I am suddenly looking at the town in which I live and the people who I work with (even the fascists) in a whole new uncynical light! Perhaps it has something to do with my impending departure, but I am even tolerating the mud, although not quite the food: I think it would take a miracle for me to start liking the food. When I talk to people here who have been to England I ask them if they liked the food, and most of them have said NO! Can you believe it!?
So as I have nothing cynical to say I shall say nothing at all! Isn't that the advice of all wise men?
So as I have nothing cynical to say I shall say nothing at all! Isn't that the advice of all wise men?
posted by Girl Least Likely To at Tuesday, April 11, 2006
3 Comments:
are these the same wise men who thought it was a good idea to give a baby born in a barn gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh? I wouldn't listen to their advice!
i think you should come home. and soon. it's getting desperate now!
the next logical step is that of inhabiting the role of the mute...that unassuming and slightly charming character who can neither offend or flatter.
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