Monday, January 31, 2011

The Lamp Just Sat There, Like An Inanimate Object.

She was as unhappy as when someone puts your cake out in the rain, and all the sweet green icing flows down and then you lose the recipe, and on top of that you can’t sing worth a damn.

Jaunt sent me this.

I just had the best fifteen minutes ever perusing this poetry.

You. Are. Welcome.

1 comment:

Melissa Ruby said...

OOHMYGOSH, Lindsay, THANK YOU for posting that :) I haven't laughed that hard in a while :D

Hope all is well with you!!!