No
No
I know what you're thinking
No
I can't break dance
I just dress like that
Otters are fuzzy and cute
Toodle doo-doodle doo doot
They live in an undersea world
Like oversized big fuzzy wet squirrels
Peut etre
If I keep:
Complaining, complaining!
I'll suddenly:
Know French!
11.09.2006
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Ha! Yes! This made my day!
players stay up.
-C
After re-reading them, it is clear that I must only write rhyming poetry, preferably about cute animals.
Side note: blogger is out of control. Why should I have to type "viqwbjex"? That's a lot of letters!
Je recherche un travail
Je pourrais trouver un travail.
Je peux être malheureux.
À quelle extrémité?
I'm actually feeling much better about the job hunt than that would suggest, but for crying out loud, "I've got some interesting leads and an interview lined up and might not have to drive to Beaverboro anymore" just isn't remotely poetic, probably even in French.
Also, apologies to who might be offended by my ridiculous attempt to write a "poem" by stealing stuff from the Smiths and utilizing poorly remembered first-year French and translate.google.com.
How's that French comin', Chris?
You know what would be SO COOL? If I knew that you wrote me back.
Tell me why you hate LiveJournal again? Tell me the advantage to Blogger?wr
WELL:
Blogger lends itself to less personal reflections because of the lack of the word "journal." Although, that's a cop-out. I feel strongly about otters.
The French is ok. I read it fine. My speaking of it never starts not sucking.
Dear Alexis: I'm pretty sure the word is "threnody." In fairness, I know that because I had to look it up.
That was great fun!
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