how perfectly swell: matthew prins (or matt prins, or thew, or...oh, you don't care) alone with his stupidity
In chronological order, six things I will participate in during the next four months, really, I'm not going to back down, this is it, because my lethargy has been exterminated by a bug zapper:
I mean it. I mean it. I mean it. Yes I do.
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James River Ringers auditions; my bell-ringing ability; January 7th, 2003 and some other date before January 14th, 2003.
The Poetry Society of Virginia 2003 Poetry Contest, Cenie H. Moon Prize; a reworking of "saintless," probably; January 19th, 2003.
The Dubuque (Ia.) Fine Arts Players Annual One-Act Playwriting Contest (about a third-of-the-way down here); my wacky talking tree play; January 31st, 2003.
Loriella Charity Challenge Disc Golf Tournament (eventually listed here; me and my discs; April 16, 2003.
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I would guess that I will go four of six, but maybe not even. I don't know. No. I do know, because I am going to do all six. Yes. All. All of them. Yay me. Yay future me.
oh so lovingly written by
Matthew |
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i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.