Monday, December 8, 2008

Freckled Misfortune

I weep for you, Little Red.

When I look into your hopeful and mentally unsound gaze, I can see into your future. What does tomorrow hold for you, you ask? Well, I'll tell you, but you're not gonna like it.

The unfulfilled dreams that will come to be the defining theme of your adulthood will makes themselves known on this very special Christmas.

You see, Little Red, you're not going to get that Schwinn. Not even close. The most exciting gift you'll get this Christmas is the noctural emission that you will experience Christmas Eve. From there, it's all downhill. Not just during Christmas. For the rest of your life.

Though you will go to college, you will spend the majority of your time getting nosebleeds and being taunted for your red pubic hair by precocious co-eds.

This trend of utter failure to gain acceptance by women (or society in general) will lead you to become a cantankerous old codger who calls the cable company to complain about the lack of a Channel One.

RIP Hopeful Little Red.


Matt said...

Your writing is addictive, imaginative and humorous. I honestly enjoy reading your blog.

Michelle Wood said...

Dude.... thank you. Very much.
Most of the comments I get are from prison inmates, suggesting I move to Seattle, screw them, then help them establish the New Socialist Party of America.

Again-- thank you.

Matt said...

Those would be some...inspired inmates. And you're welcome!

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