To Begin With I Am Jealous

of you. No really I am. You have a more organized file system than I. You are, no doubt, backed up. I am rarely. My feet stink. You have slippers and talcum, maybe a bit of essence in the air. I have dandruff. You have a coiff. You are suave. I wear aftershave from the five and dime and my mommy dresses me funny. I pick my nose. You have an electronic whirring thing to trim the hair up there. I only sometimes know what folks are talking about in Wikis. You can manage CSS. I'm still trying to manage UPS.

But, when push comes to shove I am far more sexy than you. Hard to believe I know. But it's true.

Posted by filchyboy at February 14, 2003 12:00 AM | TrackBack