February 19, 2006

  • As you can see above, I'm not making much progress gaining weight. My food intake is not consistent, and I rely on too much of my energy in the form of sugars and carbohydrates. What do I have, a month left to gain 10 lbs? It's seriously bad news. Actually, sad things and bad news like this are good causes for writing. Some of the best poetry in history came during difficult times in people's lives. David, for example, wrote beautifully in the book of Psalms when things weren't going well, writing about how beautiful God is and how God is always there even in dark hours.


    Honestly, I'm not a poet. My poetry is consistent, though. Lame. Lacks creativity. Predictably mechanical rhymes. Short. Um, I even count the syllables using my fingers and thumbs. (yes, I know, please....stop....I know you're laughing....just....just keep it to yourself)


    So, dear Xanga, I'm turning to you. Run with it as you please. Keep it clean as always, and only one line per comment, no more than 630,884 comments per person. Please finish this poem starting with this line:


    To gain ten pounds in eight weeks,

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