Let it heretoforward be known that if anyone gets it into their twisted little beanies to start a thread and pronounce to the world that I, Esprix, will give them anything personal or personalized (i.e., .sig line, profile, alcoholic beverage, patron saint, etc.) I will most humbly and graciously decline said challenge.
Frankly, I don’t feel I’m witty enough or know people well enough to do something like that.
Now, of course, how egotistical of me to think anyone would, but I just had this premonition that someone evil (matt_mcl, SqrlCub, Otto, Cowboy Greg, or any of you other evil bitches) would glom onto this latest trend and post something like, “Esprix gives you your own drag name!” or “The Gay Guy pairs you up with a same-sex SDMB poster!”
I HAVE BEEN SMOKE-FREE FOR:
Two weeks, four days, 20 hours, 26 minutes and 45 seconds.
754 cigarettes not smoked, saving $94.26.
Life saved: 2 days, 14 hours, 50 minutes.
Satan: Yeah, I know. But I had been itching to start one of these sort of threads anyway, and Esprix (I have to keep reminding myself not to pronounce the “X”…damn French words) gave me a great opportunity.
Is it my fault people were unable to grasp the magnificent potential of the Tammy Faye Bakker Fashion Boot Camp and Trailer Park?
Am I to blame for the failure of The Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence Parochial School and Bath House? Jeez, just because some silly priests got their knickers in a twist you’d think I was the Antichrist or something.
I suppose you’ll all tell me that my upcoming telethon for the Spandex for Seniors fund is a bad idea, just because the expenses for the telethon will come to about 98.3% of the gross, providing me with a much-needed and deserved vacation on Fiji.
Evil? Me? It is to laugh!
“It’s a sunny little doomed planet, inhabited by a number of frisky little doomed animals.”
I just don’t feel worthy enough to carry it off (although I guess I’m doing pretty well, but it’s not exactly a hard topic). I just had this fear someone was going to give me something beyond my abilities, and I wouldn’t be witty enough to rise to the challenge. That’s all. I swear it.
I will admit I’m enjoying myself, though. But that doesn’t change my original premise. I really don’t know people here well enough to deliver something as personal as what some others have given.
I’ve heard other variations, like mother’s maiden name (I’d be Bootsie Donaldson, but I go by The Lovely Eleanor). Ever hear how to make your Jedi name?
Perky? Perky? Honey, I’m depressed having to keep saying NO all the time. (And I’m not exactly in love, but I am seeing Dr. Boyfriend this weekend in DC for the first time in a month, so I’m at least a little happier at that prospect.)
(And I’m not exactly in love, but I am seeing Dr. Boyfriend this weekend in DC for the first time in a month, so I’m at least a little happier at that prospect.)