The words are there, they just don’t see the point
The engine is running but I don’t feel like engaging.
It’s hard to justify any effort
When you’re just spinning in circles to amuse yourself.
I don’t feel like keeping up anymore
You’re all so much more (insert adjective here) than I am.
You’re cooler, smarter, faster, witty…
Just plain better than I am.
I’ve lost the urge to compete against the invisible children.
I give up.
You have won.
Here’s your cookie, now leave me in peace.
August 10th, 2010 at 11:12 pm
don’t tell me the “Cookie God” is crumbling already…say it ain’t so, man!!! I’ll take my cookie, thank you (thin mint?) but I will NEVER leave you in peace (pieces, maybe) and that’s just the way the cookie crumbles, my friend! Pass the milk, please, Becca.
August 11th, 2010 at 9:19 pm
The god of cookies and biscuits is pleased with your offering and will rain down his heavenly milk of kindness upon all your Oreos.
August 12th, 2010 at 4:12 pm
but Zuul still demands two Toll-house cookies and a White Russian to dip them in.