Note to my reader from Bangalore: sorry, man! I clicked away from chat by accident.
Salon asks its readers to sum up their lives in six words — no more, no less. Think of it as the ultimate micro haiku.
This could have been mine:
Too much hair, then not enough.
I want to kick this guy’s ass:
Found my path. Walked it fearlessly.
I love the honesty of this next one. And, yes, it works for me, too.
Frankly, it is all about me.
But what about my six-word memoir?
Keeps getting funnier all the time.
Stolen from Beetlejuice. What’s the matter, Walnut, can’t you think of anything more original?
It is all about the sex.
What’s your six-word memoir?
D.
still figuring life out an’ all.
🙂
Born, grew, procreated. Not dead yet.
Empty heart, till I found her.
You guys are good.
what? huh? Did you say something?
Stay occupied, stay healthy,stay lucky.
Kate: love it!
Sis: For you, I might have chosen, “I got the hell out fast.”
“Like Kurt said: so it goes.”
I’m thinking in terms of those retirement years too, but I see where you’re coming from.
In the jungle with no machete
Pat: how about “Like Kurtz said: The horror, etc.”?
Sis: I was thinking about your teens/20s, not your retirement!
CD: ain’t that the truth.
Here’s your TMI moment for the day.
Is 2 AM one word or three? Let’s split the difference and call it two.
LOL! I had to chase you all the way back here from Kate’s for the TMI.