Monday, January 26, 2009

scott, i see i have to write you a poem






my aunt actually sent this to me today. if this doesn't make you feel better, i don't know what will. oh wait, i do:

*be excited that you don't have a terrible disease, not bitter.
*look at your lovely wife and give her a squeeze.
*quit your job and get another one.


love ash

3 comments:

J*E*F^2 said...

"Being poor ain't no big deal
Just to eat you're forced to steal
Selling rock out on the street
Just to make a few ends meet
Hassled by the big 5-0
Just for selling Ki's of snow
But remember that you keep it real,
so being poor ain't no big deal"
- Shake-dat-ass-spear

Poor here could be actually poor, or emotionally poor. I think both interpretations work.

The Missed Call Of Cthulhu said...

I think I liked Ashley's better.

I like my job in a 'fine for now' way. I also don't think I'm ever going to quit writing. Its just a tough cycle to plow through- work really, really hard, rejected in an instant, dust yourself off, try again. I was between steps two and three.

J*E*F^2 said...

Does that mean you don't want to invest in my musical project, Shake-dat-ass-spear, Scott? Try reading it again with an imaginary drum beat going through your head. I'm sure that will sell you on the possibilities.