I am going to New York.
This week has not been much of a farcical romp. Maybe in New York I will recapture my elusive whimsy.
Whimsy and romp: these are the things I live for.
Prancing, too.
But you already knew that.
This week I have been sullen and morose.
I realize I have used a lot of adjectives.
Sometimes when writers feel sullen and morose, they turn to alcohol.
Not me.
I turn to annoying descriptors.
I need to recapture the zany.
Zany is what I am.
I am the walking personification of Klezmer music.
I will tell you if I find anything in New York.
6 comments:
What are you looking for? Besides crocs?
Prancing, really? I have never taken you for a prancer, especially because anything you say whilst prancing has an automatic exclamation mark tacked to the end.
See:
Look at me prance!
Prancing may lead to singing songs from musicals outloud and wearing a santa hat.
Which I would pay money to see.
Hah! I got my smile in for the day.
At the Think Geek website you can purchase a candy unicorn horn that sparkles.
Prancing.
Huh.
I'm feeling moderately apprehensive.
Get to NYC. See Joe.
Feel better soon.
Andrew, have you ever owned a super 8 camera?
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