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| - Computers certainly are a wonderful thing. I can communicate with other people through the use of my "e-mail", as well as partake in the research of the many good things I enjoy in life. They can also be a funny source of humorous comedy --- Last week, I purchased a quaint box of Lincoln Logs at the toy store, and placed them atop my computer. Nowadays, I catch myself chuckling when I turn on the internet --- I am "logging on", in more ways than one! Ha-Ha! | | |
| - - What a difference a day makes!
I was so sad yesterday, that I fell asleep without either brushing my teeth or combing my hair. This morning, however, after I had rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, I turned on the T.V. and was greeted with the catchy, vocal music stylings of the Fantanas! The commercial is colorfully engaging and quite fun, although I'm still unsure of my favorite Fantana. They all seem like fun girls to have a soda (or, a Fanta! Ha-Ha!) with, and they've all certainly got an appealing ethnic quality to them.
I am enamored with the Fantanas! I wish to know more of them. They have certainly uplifted my spirits, and are a cheer to see when they are on my T.V. Who is YOUR favorite Fantana? Leave a comment and let me know! Don't YOU want to Fanta? Ha-Ha!
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| I bought a wrench at the store this morning. I didn't have a doghouse to build, or an old set of swings to patch up or anything, but at some point during my breakfast, the thought occured to me that I didn't own a wrench, and that at NO point in my life had I ever gone out to a store and purchased a wrench. This sudden feeling of incompleteness made me very, very sad, and my sadness became more unbearable when I soon realized that I had never once THOUGHT about buying a wrench for my own, and that I had somehow become complacent, and dull --- unwilling to live my life to its fullest, and unwanting of trying new things.
I felt alone, wasteful, and humiliated. Empty, like a glass of sad water, or a footstep on a rainy day. I felt a small glimmer of satisfaction when I took the wrench home and placed it next to the half-opened jar of Skippy Peanut Butter on the dinner table, but the sadness still lingered, and the pulse of my unfulfilled life glared at me in the distance.
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