Consistently Inconsistently Consistent
Because I didn’t inform you of my plans beforehand …
Because I didn’t seek your approval of my personal agenda …
Because I took just the smallest smidge of a break for Spring Training baseball with a VIP whose name I won’t mention but whose initials are D.A.D. 😉 …
Because I did that, I got this:
‘This seven-day-old Cookie is getting STALE!’
::: Hey! Careful with the caps there, chickie! :::
‘Come on it is getting to be quite some time!’
::: Want some cheese with that whine?! :::
‘I have needs darn it!’
::: OMG PPL – no pressure or anything!! :::
But, because I admit it was a fo-sho reality that pressing professionl matters last year
necessitated compelled FORCED me to take a powder from this little digital masterpiece mess for a extensive string of consecutive calendar dates that resulted in this being the most consistently inconsistently consistent collection of blah blah lately, I guess I can understand the frustration.
If I get drunk and stand in my living room on one foot with my head cocked to the right while exhaling in short snaps through lips pursed into a little round O shape as I slap myself in the face.
I think if I do that I could maybe sort of understand a little why anyone who’s read this rag wouldn’t bust out their best American Idol moves on Handel’s Hallelujah Chorus and look at that little break as the favor I could totally make it out to be if only I had the energy to continue The Cookie Cop Out Tour 2011!
But because I cant’ do that, I better be getting one of these:
‘Thank you, Cookie. You are, once again, Queen of the Known Universe. Ruler of Awesomeville. Keeper of Yay!’
::: What? Too much? :::