"Let me win, but if I cannot win, let me be brave in the attempt"
I swore I wouldn't do this on vacation.
As you all may have noticed, I've been fairly absent, and it's ultimately for the best. I mean who, aside from Brian, can sit here in a tropical paradise and type away on a bloody computer? I practically had to wait until he was napping on the beach before I even got to touch his laptop. It's a sickness. I'm tempted to throw the thing in the ocean and convince him that some unknown government agency confiscated it for containing over three times the legal limit of porn on the hard drive.
Except now I'm sitting on the beach typing and I suppose I can see a bit of the appeal. I guess I'm missing a few of you and wanted to check in and make sure you knew that I'm still alive and things are great. Better than. I wake up next to someone every morning with the sun streaming down on my face through the open window of our bungalow. I pretend I'm asleep until Brian pounces on me and play the part of mr. grumpy gus as he does his best to tickle me into a smile, which never works. And then he kisses me, and I do smile, but I roll onto my side and cover my face so as to not let him see. Eventually he gets up and goes surfing and I listen to him leave.
Then I roll onto my back, wide awake, and just grin like an idiot until he comes back and I pretend to be sleeping again. A little game we play. If he saw this, he'd know that he's been winning the entire time and we couldn't have that, I'm much too competitive.
And Lucy knows this all too well. Yes, the race was run and I came out the victor, but she taught me a thing or two about life. I grew as a person like in those afterschool specials or 80's underdog movies that were once so popular. I still recall fondly seeing the forlorn look on her face as she kicked at the dust over to one side of the finish line. Me? I was surrounded by supporters and well-wishers but she, she was all alone. I remember how I asked everyone to set me down (they had picked me up in all the victory excitement) and pushed my way through the incredibly fanatic crowd to Lucy.
I picked her up off her feet, lifted her into the air and onto my shoulder and shouted "YOU'RE THE REAL WINNER LUCY LIU!". She looked taken by surprise at first...I mean, why would I, the winner of the match even talk to her? The crowd followed me up and lifted her even higher, cheering her name. Eventually she understood. It wasn't that she won or lost that mattered, it was that she had heart, and moxie, and that counts for something on this crazy world we call the planet Earth. She lifted her arms into the air and grinned madly and shouted along with the crowd: "LUCY LIU! LUCY LIU!".
Freeze Frame. Roll Credits. That's a Wrap.
As you all may have noticed, I've been fairly absent, and it's ultimately for the best. I mean who, aside from Brian, can sit here in a tropical paradise and type away on a bloody computer? I practically had to wait until he was napping on the beach before I even got to touch his laptop. It's a sickness. I'm tempted to throw the thing in the ocean and convince him that some unknown government agency confiscated it for containing over three times the legal limit of porn on the hard drive.
Except now I'm sitting on the beach typing and I suppose I can see a bit of the appeal. I guess I'm missing a few of you and wanted to check in and make sure you knew that I'm still alive and things are great. Better than. I wake up next to someone every morning with the sun streaming down on my face through the open window of our bungalow. I pretend I'm asleep until Brian pounces on me and play the part of mr. grumpy gus as he does his best to tickle me into a smile, which never works. And then he kisses me, and I do smile, but I roll onto my side and cover my face so as to not let him see. Eventually he gets up and goes surfing and I listen to him leave.
Then I roll onto my back, wide awake, and just grin like an idiot until he comes back and I pretend to be sleeping again. A little game we play. If he saw this, he'd know that he's been winning the entire time and we couldn't have that, I'm much too competitive.
And Lucy knows this all too well. Yes, the race was run and I came out the victor, but she taught me a thing or two about life. I grew as a person like in those afterschool specials or 80's underdog movies that were once so popular. I still recall fondly seeing the forlorn look on her face as she kicked at the dust over to one side of the finish line. Me? I was surrounded by supporters and well-wishers but she, she was all alone. I remember how I asked everyone to set me down (they had picked me up in all the victory excitement) and pushed my way through the incredibly fanatic crowd to Lucy.
I picked her up off her feet, lifted her into the air and onto my shoulder and shouted "YOU'RE THE REAL WINNER LUCY LIU!". She looked taken by surprise at first...I mean, why would I, the winner of the match even talk to her? The crowd followed me up and lifted her even higher, cheering her name. Eventually she understood. It wasn't that she won or lost that mattered, it was that she had heart, and moxie, and that counts for something on this crazy world we call the planet Earth. She lifted her arms into the air and grinned madly and shouted along with the crowd: "LUCY LIU! LUCY LIU!".
Freeze Frame. Roll Credits. That's a Wrap.