| I had a bad day today. I was trying out
for my high school track team. All the other girls were lean and fit, and I am a
blue flower three times the size of a normal human being. They were off in a flash
and suddenly I was lagging behind. They were really showing me up. That's when I
got the bright idea to hack one of my arms off. It gave me a burst! I was
running faster, only a few steps behind. So I thought to myself, "losing one
arm made you run faster...what if you lost two arms?" So off came the second
arm. I was burning rubber! Or the "sliding around" equivalent.
There I was ten yards behind the lead. I began to get greedy. I started
sucking wind. Before I knew it I'd blown off my third arm and was sprinting for the
goal. I couldn't control myself. I wanted more speed! More speed!
More speed! It was comparable to an addiction to drugs! Much like a heroin
junkie that I could easily compare my situation to I sliced off my final arm and raced
across the goal line! FIRST PLACE!
That's when I realized I could no longer give myself applause. First place, but
at what cost? Now I'm eating the square pizza at lunch by smashing my face into the
tray. What a harsh lesson to learn about the peer dangers of competitive sports. :(
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Today I started moving into my new apartment in Dungeon 4! It's definitely a
fixer upper. The dungeon itself looks like a kid with downs tried to make a letter P
out of Lego.
Link came over to help me get the house situated. He managed to get the blocks
moved one space before becoming completely useless. So I shot fireballs at him.
Things didn't go over well, but I'm not worried. Men always want to attack
you...but I suspect his plan B was a candlelight dinner. ( Add Comment )
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