. . .and eat it, too!
The jury for My Bloody Twisted Valentine story competition was composed of a.k.a., b.k.a., and c.k.a. I recused myself from the vote and watched dvds instead.
a.k.a. became Chair because he did the most pondering. He also requested anonymity, as it is hard to judge people’s writing when one is dead. “Don’t hate me because I’m beautiful,” he declared, “Just hate me.” Not content with naming one winner, the jury handed out awards to nearly everyone. However, only the first prize comes with cake.
The complete list of awardees:
The Chair suddenly had pangs of conscience and asked that the snarky award citations be deleted. I said, No, we should tell them the truth. He said, The movie and coffee are on me. I said, Okay.
Honorable Mention: eilish.
Third Prize: evilwoobie.
Second Prize: Rye. If you’re single, the Dessert Diva wants to meet you. He thinks you’re hilarious.
First Prize: sylviaplathsghost. Please email your cellphone number, the name of the person you’re sending My Bloody Twisted Valentine Cake to, and his/her phone number and address to jessica.zafra@gmail.com.
And top51, b.k.a. and c.k.a. were so touched that you wanted the cake for your mom, they convinced the Dessert Diva to send her cookies. Please email your cellphone number and your mom’s name, address, and phone number to jessica.zafra@gmail.com.
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February 13th, 2008 at 01:44
I couldn’t register so I decided to email it.
I have never been in a relationship before. I am a straight male teenager who is always mistaken to be gay. Apparently, not saying SHEET! CHICKS! every time a girl passes by immediately makes you a homosexual. My hate for physical activities like basketball and weight-lifting also doesn’t help I guess. So it’s not surprising that every girl rejects me because of my image and stereotype. My problem is that I really really like this girl that I’ve met. My obsession with this girl is like Jonah Hill’s character’s obsession with his crush in Superbad. Another problem is that she’s already going out with someone. BUT THE WORST PROBLEM is that this really corny song always plays everytime I think I about her: Mr. Brightside by The Killers. I watch The Holiday and I see Cameron Diaz dancing the song. I watch The OC and The Killers sing the song in a certain episode. You have no idea how hard it is to have the Last Song Syndrome with Mr. Brightside because of the cringe-worthy lyrics like “Jealousy Turning Saints into the Sea” and “I just can’t look it’s killing me and taking control.” Argh. I’m beginning to like the song. Great! I’m gonna be single alone forever and a song that I really hate has grown on me. I will just celebrate by watching Judd Apatow movies. They give losers like me a chance(NO I’m not saying characters in Judd Apatow movies look gay)
February 13th, 2008 at 13:01
nono, calm down. you just started your life. and if i feel so stupid here trying to give you sort of advice, it is because i love “mr. brightside” by the killers. won’t mind having LSS on that song. and by the way, have you noticed the end part of “superbad”? it’s kind of gay-ish though in a funny way. good luck on your next crush. good times, man.