the way to fame

I have done it. I am a success. I am famous. How do I know this? Because I have been quoted on librarything's website!!! (Along with hundreds of other bloggers, but that's a minor point). Who knew I would ever be read by strangers in far off regions of the world...

Thus, finding I am now famous, I can no longer entice people to let me hyperlink their web pages under the pretense that "nobody reads my blog anyway." I am a fake, a fraud, a phony...and can no longer spew such lies.

I am famous.

I shall now write a stupid, yet celebratory poem, entitled, Fame:

fame
is not easy
the way to fame
is through me
my site
is lame
but my fame
is totally awesome

the end.

avocado poetry

It has been far too long since I have posted lame poetry. Here is my latest, composed in gchat, not originally meant to be a poem but turned out to be one. This poem is dedicated to dh.

poem inspired by dh purchasing the snarkout boys and the avocado of death, by Daniel Pinkwater.

the old ones
are very very
stringy
brown
evil
murdering
pits
with a vengeance.

cheesecake: the peer pressure drug

As an update to the long dark confusing and pointless battle of cheesecake, I have come to my conclusion. I only buy cheesecake under peer pressure. In the same vein as stupid people who do drugs at parties because everybody else is doing it, I do cheesecake when everybody else is doing it. I am weak. But in those few and far between stolen moments with cheesecake, I sort of like it. A little bit. Enough to look forward to the next stolen moment, but not enough to go when I am not mislead by others...

secret delight p.s. :
I purchased my current bottle of shampoo under the impression that it was peach colored, in a clear bottle. To my surprise, it seems that it is actually yellow in a pink bottle. I find far too much delight in seeing the pink peek out at me as the shampoo level lowers. For those looking for a similar thrill, buy this.