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Girl you know it's true

Today's post is no doubt inspired by the challenge once put to Ernest Hemingway that he compose a story in only six words. (For the record Hemingway's response read: “For sale: baby shoes, never worn.”)

This is a little different, as I am tasked with a "memette" that requires the composition a six-word bio with an accompanying illustration. The idea is not simply to choose six adjectives, but to write a memoir in miniature. The good folk down at Fabulon have broken all of the rules and have tagged everyone who has visited their blog. I quite like their effort (of course) and could easily accept that as my own, but that would be perhaps be poor form (although perhaps true to form!).

So, in the spirit of avoiding to think too much about these things, when it comes to summing up our life in six words, the first things that comes to mind:


"Honestly, I really just don't care."

Why not try one for yourself. Consider it cathartic.

Comments

Kris McCracken said…
No, I wasn't piking, I mean that sometimes (well quite a lot actually), I find myself talking to people and the inevitably start on about various trials and tribulations, and I can't help but feel deep down that I, well, just don't care.

I think that I'm too tired. Or something.
Dina said…
"Why not try one for yourself."
Which, a memette or a piece of cat food?
Love that kitty!

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