Monday, May 24, 2010
Are you a Cheerio? (and not the cereal)
You know those certain buddies we go to for writing advice. Some helps us with plot, others with grammar when we slaughter it mercifully. Then there is the buddy you call for whining and complaining. Yup, your cheerio squad!
Ahhh, coach Sue. Hate to say it but someone has to give us heck. We wouldn't want to get to full of ourselves. If we have someone like this though we would either laugh, cry or go slightly insane. Seriously, the stuff she comes out with....
"I'm going to ask you to smell your armpits. That's the smell of failure, and it's stinking up my office."
"I'm about to projectile express myself all over your Hush Puppies."
"You think this was hard? Try auditioning for Baywatch and being told they're going in another direction. That was hard."
"I'm all about empowerment. I empower my Cheerios to live in a state of constant fear by creating an environment of irrational, random terror."
"I don't trust a man with curly hair. I keep picturing small birds laying sulfurous eggs in there, and I find it disgusting."
"You sunk my battleship Rod. And you sunk it hard."
How is that for a dose of inspiration! Yea, you go Cheerios!
Oh gosh I am such a Gleek. I'm going to put the i-pod to Glee songs now.