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Monday Melee

Another round of Fracas' Monday Melee:

1. The Misanthtropic: Name something (about humanity) you absolutely hate.
I say this every time, but I don't like the word hate. Let's say I do not prefer arrogance and self-righteousness, which quite often go hand in hand.

2. The Meretricious: Expose something or someone that’s phony, fraudulent or bogus.
Low-fat food. When the food makers take out the fat, they add sugar so the crap will actually taste like something edible. Rule: if it comes in a plastic cup and is made of words I can't pronounce, I leave on the shelf--oh, and if it jiggles. Food shouldn't jiggle.

3. The Malcontent: Name something you’re unhappy with.
My horn lessons are too far away. I should go through my previous Melee participations and see if I have already named this. It plagues me.

4. The Meritorious: Give someone credit for something and name it if you can.
The assistant pastor at my church is genuine--he is humble and funny and soft-spoken, and I don't believe he takes himself too seriously. If I am ever in a bind and need a pastor-type to help out, he is the person I will call.

5. The Mirror: See something good about yourself and name it.
I have nice cheek bones.

6. The Make-Believe: Name something you wish for.
A mac laptop would be nice. It's hardly something I long for, as my mini-pc craptop works just fine. But still, if I'm allowed to wish, then it's for a mac.

Comments

Gina said…
Even Jell-o?
5:57 PM
Old Knudsen said…
I want a mac too, I hear wonderful things about them.
7:08 PM
dive said…
hee hee. Jiggly food.
Sorry, Robyn, but that just cracked me up.
12:35 AM
Alifan said…
Good Luck working from an office....

Mac's are great....be tempted!!
3:26 AM
Cheltenhamdailyphoto said…
I'm with you on the Mac.

Food that jiggles, love it! A good rule i shall employ when in the supermarket i think.
4:59 AM
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