That I ran three miles on Saturday in a blistering 36 minutes when it should have taken me 40; I am confident the course was closer to two-and-two-thirds.
That the deadline to get my short film on local PBS is April 15th, 2002 when in fact there is no real deadline.
That today is January 29th when in fact it is February 3rd. (This lie told by my French-word-a-day desk calendar.)
That I will get my new computer working by the end of the day. (This lie told by me to myself.)
That there will be a new contest up tomorrow. (This lie told to you by me, but close enough.)
oh so lovingly written by
Matthew |
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.
