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| Wallowing in self-pity |
I am tired of smelling smoke of bratwurst wafting from that neighbor just below my apartment.
I am tired of blaring music from another neighbor above me from Trinidad.
I am tired of big boob blonde neighbor across the hall, who parades around in new purchases from Victoria's Secret,
down around the courtyard. (Actually, I don't mind that part at all, being a red-blooded American male.)
I am tired of that toothless, knobby knees codger on first floor apartment
ogling the blonde as she struts around applying sunscreen.
Dammit, I am just plain tired of it all. In fact, I may move out of Mom's apartment when graduation comes (after five years of studying ancient Sumerian history)
and get a job as a shelf stacker at Barnes and Noble.
The underlined words are Wednesday Words,
a meme began by Delores from Under the Porchlight who wanted to challenge bloggers to enjoy a break from their chosen genre.
Fighting computer frustrations, Delores handed this challenge off to various bloggers. This month's words are provided by Mark Koopmans, with Elephant's Child posting the word lists.
If you would enjoy a change of pace, visit E.C. site to collect the words! If you plan to post at your own comment section, please let us all know, so we can hunt you down. Or you can write your poem, prose, short story, whatever, posting it in the comment section in E.C. comment section!
