What? Tomorrow's Friday

          I'm over it.  Short blogs are for squares.  [And what exactly is a square anyway?  A person misfortunately born shaped like a cube?]  I'm not bitter.

          If I was said "Rectangular Prismic Being", my name would be Haley.  But I'm not bitter.

          I will just step down gallantly and respectfully, assuming all credits not to myself but to the Quadrangular Winning Recipient.  I am not the least bit bitter.

          Bitterness?  What is this word?  Hah.  I'm... above all types of poor sportsmanship.  I'm the sportsman everyone invites to future contests similar to this because of my caring sportian ways.  They call me up and ask me to their lavish parties and discos because I'm such an unbitter individual.

          I pride myself in being a gracious loser [or, as I prefer to say, nonwinner], who smiles and hands over titles like so.  I don't scream and shout.  I shy away from making faces behind the winner's back.  I may step on the heel of the winners shoes every now and again, but what do you expect?  Repetitive accidents happen.

          Bitter?  No.  Bitterness is for squares.

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