Monday, February 12, 2007
Trapped in a fishbowl wearing a nametag that says "bait"
Economic down turns seem to be keeping my hobbies at bay... and the laser on shore. Raps may have to sleep through a season sitting in oshkosh (yes that is a real place) until her skipper can find his destiny. Witnesses can only confirm the bitter and harsh flogging my hometown inflicted on me; but my resolve is stronger now than ever. I will fight my way out of this paper bag, and some day soon I will raise my mustache high and say.... "do you want fries with that?"
An MBA and a degrees in Chemistry and Biochemistry should qualify me for that, shouldn't it? Maybe I could work at a circus. I have always loved those clown cars and elephants. I wonder if they are hiring....
In the meantime I'll just keep this hook warm and repeat my mantra... here fishy fishy fishy