the cut-down

so,
blogging is hard sometimes!
i wish i always had something clever
and inspirational to say,
but that only happens once in a while!
it has always been after the fact
that i think of something amazing to say.
you know how it goes...
someone totally embarasses you,
and you've got nothin' to say
so you just get mad and storm away...
then later in the car while you're drooling with fury
over what you should have said during the attack
you come up with the most incredible
book-worthy cut-down of all time,
that would have reduced the assailant
to a pile of nasty cigarette loogie nobody would hang out with.
i think i spent most of my high school years thinking
of smart comebacks to the lackluster (yet hurtful) dirtbags
who felt i was beneath them because i had an imagination
(and some reeeeaally cool clothes) ...
which they would have totally known about
had i ever come back with my clever remarks
at an appropriate time;
instead of two hours after the fact.
of course,
i have gotten pretty good with the quick comeback
but rarely get a chance to use my skill!
doesn't that just totally figure?