Monday, October 09, 2006
Lame-advice-column-girl-lady-wearing-a-costume...Sometimes when people ask me for advice, my brain stops and every good advice that I could ever come up with plays hide-and-seek and I'm stuck there eyes-closed, unable to count past the number orange.
I freeze up.
Then when they don't need it anymore, those advices decide to be nice and tell me that orange isn't a number.
Or sometimes when they do arrive on time, they're usually the incredibly lame ones that do not deserve to be repeated ever again.
But because I'm a kind person who gives second chances to those who do not deserve it, here.
This advice was given to a young man who was contemplating whether to tell the one he loves that he loves her or keep it to himself till his dying breath.
I believe that those advices that decide to come out on time while I'm counting 1-2-3-orange-apple, should be shot on sight and buried whether dead or alive.
Though I have to admit,
That was funny.
Lotsa love, Jana
Labels: Life in the form of chocolate