Cox Arena
This morning I had to go down to school for something, and I left by an unfamiliar route. I made a wrong turn and saw Cox Arena for the first time in the almost two years I've been here. I'd heard there was some kind of stadium over there.
See, see the anxious sky
Marvel at its big puce depths.
Tell me, Biker do you
Wonder why the horse fly ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel drowsy.
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your vlegoromious facial growth
That looks like
A cream cheese.
What's more, it knows
Your pulcritude potting shed
Smells of paramecium.
Everything under the big anxious sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm feets.
Some select wisdom of children:
I wanted to grow up and become a marine biologist, which seemed to me the perfect combination of studying nature and shooting people.
I thought cologne would make me smell better when I drank it. After having my stomach pumped I was told otherwise.
I used to believe that I could be anything I wanted when I grew up. That's why I wanted to be an airport. My best friend wanted to be a firetruck.
This year, I got four birthday cards (and one more I'm told is on the way), a voice mail, three emails (including one today from a friend I thought had fallen off the edge of the earth), my own very flattering birthday greeting blog post, and like, tons of loot, including several paper clips. I humbly thank all my loyal fans for a wonderful birthday.