Dolorous Lamentations and Plaintive Wailings
A great opportunity was lost yesterday, and I will probably kick myself for at least a week because of it.
Someone tossed out a large felt painting of a matador doing the red cape thing to a raging bull. It looked pristine, and I actually stopped on my way to work to ponder getting it. It was just up the road from my apartment, and wouldn't have taken me 5 minutes to snag it and return on my way to work. But I was already about to be late by 2-3 minutes, so no, alas, I fear responsibility took my soul and yanked me away, and when I returned in the late eve, the painting was gone! I wept bitterly, I sobbed painfully, I gasped and gnashed teeth. Oh, BROKEN HEART! MY CHANCE FOR SIEZING BEAUTY AND MAKING IT MINE OWN... LOST! *gasp!* *wheeze!*
Really, the stark cliche and the relatively nice work might have been tongue-in-cheek tasteful had I gotten it... or it might not have.
Someone tossed out a large felt painting of a matador doing the red cape thing to a raging bull. It looked pristine, and I actually stopped on my way to work to ponder getting it. It was just up the road from my apartment, and wouldn't have taken me 5 minutes to snag it and return on my way to work. But I was already about to be late by 2-3 minutes, so no, alas, I fear responsibility took my soul and yanked me away, and when I returned in the late eve, the painting was gone! I wept bitterly, I sobbed painfully, I gasped and gnashed teeth. Oh, BROKEN HEART! MY CHANCE FOR SIEZING BEAUTY AND MAKING IT MINE OWN... LOST! *gasp!* *wheeze!*
Really, the stark cliche and the relatively nice work might have been tongue-in-cheek tasteful had I gotten it... or it might not have.