Pocari Huh?

The following post was a blog I posted on my old MySpace blog. I've since erased that account and all the blogs that were on it, except for a chosen few. This one just cracked me up too much to give up! Hope you enjoy it as much as I did/do. :)

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Stop looking at me like that.

“Like what?”  I couldn’t help it.  I was feeling a little defensive.

Like I’m some sort of a freak or something. 

“Well…” I said, letting the word trail off, my eyebrows raised as I looked away.  It was a good point, after all.

Why don’t you like me?

I glance over, nervous yet again, although admittedly there was a note of fascination in that one glance. 

There, sitting on the window sill, sat the ball of nerves talking to me, glaring back with obvious resentment.

You’re ashamed of me, aren’t you.

It wasn’t a question. 

“No, not at all!  I’m not ashamed, as it were...” I paused, “just a little… um, scared is all,” my voice suddenly sounding higher and squeakier than usual.

Scared?!  WHY?

“Well, look at you.” 

Silence for about 20 seconds.

So, I’m blue.  Is that it?

“That’s not it,” I said, shaking my head.  This was going to be tough.

Well?

*sighing with exasperation*  “Do I really have to spell it out for you?”

“I’m sorry, but I can’t consume anything that professes to be ‘Sweat.’”

It’s a misspelling!  I’m really SWEET!  Honest!

“Sorry kiddo, you can’t fool me.”

Blast.



(And there it shall remain, perched on the window sill above my bed.  Taunting me.)


*I’d like to thank Bill for sending me the package of goodies (and oddities) all the way from Korea.  I was especially diggin’ the Hello Kitty hair clips.  Rawr.