A Special Week

So, self-importance is the topic this week, and I plan on indulging in plenty of it. As a matter of fact, since people think it is "funny" to devote an entire day to talking like a pirate, I find it more interesting to brag about accomplishments, or lack there of. Of course, if accomplishments are missing, I reserve the right to write paragraph after paragraph demonstrating how I've been &@^#ed. My friends, this is why we need an entire week.

I could entertain the thought of devoting an entire year on the concept, kind of like the Chinese calendar. This will be the year of self-importance, while next year will be the year of hysterical ranting. Last year was the year of hyperbolic context.

However, I don't have a year. Man, I ain't even got a minute, but my self-sacrifice for my readers surely is something that Jesus would do.

I was thinking of acknowledging others who demonstrate this spirit with impunity this week, but I don't think you guys can compete. My rhetorical flourishes, which dance like pixilated little fairies, are one of the purest forms of narcissitic art out there.

And when I mean "out there" I'm not referring to "blogosphere." Don't start me with on this whole "blogosphere" name--the only thing more unaesthetic is Rosie O'Donnell rolling in some paste with Marget Cho on a hot and humid Arkansas night. You think you've seen moquitos and flies swarm doggie-doo?

Welcome to self-importance week---brought to you by TF6S.