August 28, 2005
LEFT HAND, RIGHT HAND
As I was stroking my ego tonight I realized, of a sudden, that I'd been so vociferous in my self-adulation that I'd inadvertently rubbed a few spots bald. Stroked 'em clean bare.
Now, like you, I'm sure, I likes my ego well furred, hirsute even. I want my ego to look like Linc from The Mod Squad, or one of those hair band boys.
Fuck! I just deleted 47 Propecia spam comments. I'm thinking, of course, I cudda done a 2+2 scenario, fed the spam monster whilst follifying mine sense of self-worth.
Eh, it's just like when someone lays a bon mot on you, and thirty minutes and twenty miles later you come up with the perfect riposte.
Not worth the effort. I'll take my ego as I take my egg. Shiny, smooth, with very funky shit inside.
LMAO -- you DO have a way with words, Mr. V!
Posted by: Marianne at August 29, 2005 4:07 AMUh...where is exactly was this ego that you were rubbing located?
Quite the euphemism in the last paragraph.
Posted by: sadie at August 29, 2005 4:53 AMSweetheart, when you're done stroking your ego would you mind diddling with your MT setup, 'cuz your TrackBacks are all goosed.
Posted by: Venomous Kate at August 29, 2005 4:54 PMSorry, Kate (stroke, stroke). Ain't got time (stroke, stroke). I'll put in a work ticket.
Posted by: Velociman at August 29, 2005 6:58 PM