#342 – Starbucks Orders
I’m too polite.
That said, you’re all a bunch of ugly monkeys! And you smell, too! You’re a bunch of stinky, smelly people and I’ve been holding back on tellin’ you just how much you reek for far too long and that some of you certainly need to shower a wee bit longer. Soap is your friend, not thy enemy. Work it cause man oh man is the wallpaper starting to peel….eh, I can’t do this. You’re all the bestest ever. I can’t be anything but thankful for my readership. I say “please” and “thank you” like…okay, I just spent fifteen minutes trying to come up with a really solid and substantial comparison, but all I kept typing was “like Randy Jackson says ‘yo, dog.'” Gah. Anyways, I say it a lot. ACCEPT IT, world. Please…thank you.
In other news, Sam Tomaino from the SFRevu Review recently gave the latest issue of Kaleidotrope a read. He touches very briefly on all the stories here, describing mine as such: Paul Abbamondi weighs in with “She’s a Hearth,” the story of a young girl who goes way too far to warm a worthless boy’s heart. Yup, that about sums it up. Overall, he was pleased with the magazine. Which, y’know, is pleasing to me. Cause I’m in it.
Oh, and it is Friday. Mmm Friday, how I’ve longed for you all week long. I’ll be dog-sitting Penny the Princess and three kitty cats, watching Battlestar Galactica with Tara, and entertaining Momma Dukes and D as they visit on Sunday. Whew. What are your plans?
There’s a gentleman who’s not so gentle
Cause he’s too generous with his chit and his chat
So lately we’ve been discussing a way to rid
This disgusting example of ample gossip and gab
All we hear is la la la…
– “Ladies and Gentlemen” by Hot Hot Heat