And me, in my Afghan moment:
(It's snowing hard here. I mean hard. There's not much else to do but morph yourself into a mimicry of a 12-year-old Afghan girl. Creative, eh? Warped surely, but creative, right?)
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Sometimes I have no idea why you are they way you are. No idea...
Who are you? I thought you were my sister, I'm not so sure anymore.
So... I have nothing to read right now. I found your blog shortly after the love affair with punctuation post. Haven't read anything before that. So I decided it was time to throw myself into the Remarks From Sparks past. This made me laugh. Laugh. Laugh. I also liked the term "Bastardized". There was something else, but I can't remember. I could make a list and e-mail them to you, if you like? Now I remember, you were explaining something that was like two peas in a pod, bread and butter, etc. Except you used insurgents and shrapnel. THAT was very funny. It's difficult these days to find people who share my affinity for dark humor. I'm also assuming that you have the comments automajically e-mailed to you. If not, well.... oh well.
(ramble ramble ramble)
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