PROMPTuesday #50 – Six Horrific Words
Sometimes I think Debbie just wants to torture me. Other times, she’s totally in synch with me. Then she comes back to dig that knife in right where it’ll do the most damage.
words. I have to come up with a six-word life description. How the heck is that even possible? I’m wordy. I write long, rambling bits of fluff that add up to absolutely nothing. Concise? Not me. When I come anywhere near needing to be precise and exact, I become some bumbling, fumbling, hemming and hawing joke. I stumble. I stutter. I sputter. And I invariably end up shrugging because words actually fail to form in a meaningful way. But that’s another story. One that’s better left untold, I think. There’s one person who knows exactly what that means; thankfully that’s a secret just between us.
Anyhow, back to my life in six words. Hmmm.
She was always trying and waiting.
No. That sort of sucks.
She meant well and sometimes succeeded.
Kinda lame there, too.
She always wanted what she wanted.
At least that’s honest. Not entirely a full description though.
Earnest and hopeful, loving and kind.
Good Lord, that sounds like something you’d write in a scrapbook. For an aging (and dying) aunt.
She thought she’d done her best.
Sort of makes you believe she really didn’t.
She wanted her happily-ever-after.
Hmm, perhaps those hyphens count as one word. Yes, I could play with that.
All she wanted was her happily-ever-after.
Still doesn’t sound like it ended well.
She knew her heart was true.
It has potential.
Always remember: cheesecake doesn’t keep well.
And there you have it. Eat your dessert first. Life’s fleeting. Two for the price of one there, folks. I’m quite the value, aren’t I? Ooh! Three! This was easier than I thought. Four! (This was harder than I thought. Which makes number five.) Thank God they’re grading on a curve. They are, aren’t they? Maybe I am trying too hard. And there’s a sixth. And this is where I stop trying.
Now it’s your turn. Play along in the comments, in Deb’s comments, or on your own blog. Just make sure you leave a comment so I can read what you wrote.
You’re a clever one! I haven’t had time to distill my thoughts down to six words. It’s definitely easier to ramble than it is to trim, and spin, and think, and edit, and rephrase. You did a wonderful job!
Comment by Chris — 2009/04/08 @ 06:33
Always pee when given the chance.
Enjoy life. (That’s my license plate!)
Good friends will love you anyway.
Comment by Erin — 2009/04/08 @ 16:00
Chris, I should have said: I thought there’d be more chocolate.
Erin, good ones!
Comment by DaGoddess — 2009/04/08 @ 20:36
You did a good job with this one. I left mine in Deb’s comments section where mine is a term to be applied loosely and really means failed utterly.
Comment by Cheri @ Blog This Mom! — 2009/04/09 @ 00:12
I loved yours! They’re like mine. I mean, WTF? Seriously, how the hell are we supposed to make these make sense?
Comment by DaGoddess — 2009/04/09 @ 00:34
Seriously?!?!
I promise you that your first three were so close to the ones I almost posted for my own life.
But I think you hit the nail better with the cheesecake one.
Comment by San Diego Momma — 2009/04/09 @ 10:02
Cheesecake trumps all. Except chocolate.
Comment by DaGoddess — 2009/04/09 @ 10:38
Shit. Fuck. Piss. Damn. Hell.
Oops, you said six?
Shit. Fuck. Piss. Damn. Hell. Obama.
Durn…I need a do over. Catch me after Aunt Flo leaves.
And pass the cheesecake. That’ll help, too.
Comment by Mrs. Who — 2009/04/09 @ 13:00
:rofl: Mrs. Who, you crack me the hell up.
Cheesecake can cure almost anything. Or at least ease the sting.
Comment by DaGoddess — 2009/04/09 @ 13:07
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