*syrup-y sweet* "We are back safely and as promised we brought [her] home a mini sombrero..." *giggle*
Bhahahah... Oh... Sorry... *clutches stomach from laughing*... It's just so COMICAL. I mean, really... Because dude, fo'serious: you can stop trying so hard. It's ridiculous, and I'm embarrassed for you.
- I don't care.
- It's no prize. The lotto 649 is a prize. A red ribbon is a prize. A gold star is a prize. Hell, I'd even rank one of those letters from Publisher's Clearing House above that kinda prize...
But If you want me to say you've "won", I'll do it. I have no problems admitting it. And I'll even use bullets:
- You're the winner!
- You're the champion!
- Victory is yours!
- You have prevailed!
- King of the castle, and all that jazz.
Le sigh... I guess that makes me the loser then, huh?
Ho hum... If you consider being way happier (prettier, smarter, more creative, witty, charming, and polite; being a faster runner and a better skier; having better taste in clothes, movies, books, and most things in general; having a much sweeter, not-so-generic car; and not to mention no imminent threat of being stuck alone with a mortgage three years from now when the emotional vomit once again regurgitates), a loser.
Le sigh... I guess I'll just have to live with being second best. What ever will I do? *looks into distance with furrowed brow* Hmm...
And just because I'm feeling saucey, a little Avril to illustrate my point:
4 comments:
you are awesome!
It's like when they call your house and tell you you've won an all-expense paid trip to the Bahamas. It sounds great a first (because, obvy, you no longer have to pay for that un-planned trip to the Bahamas), but really, sitting through the whole time-share presentation really takes the shine off it. In fact, it's really irritating. The catch makes the whole deal not worth it.
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yes, i am also Second Best. but i have also found my own First Best!
-jenny
Loooooser. I bet they don't have their own secret language!
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