The symphony of you.
Perhaps I need to first have a few words in place before I can whip up a decent entry. Random and unrelated words like “milk”, “conundrum”, and “brief”, when put together in one sentence, can probably induce some mind-boggling results. Something like:
- The glass of milk, upon uttering a difficult conundrum and giving itself the briefest of shakes, broke the poor cup-of-tea’s heart, shattering it into a million tiny pieces.
- Any conundrum that involves milk can be briefly inspiring.
If these results were to be submitted to a psychologist, he or she might ponder for a brief moment in time, before calmly reaching for a cute little pitcher of milk with a faded imprint of a buzzing bee on it, and upon carefully pouring its contents into a cup of thick, black-as-night coffee, says with a heavy sigh: “I’m afraid we have a conundrum here.”
Now, let us see – what words are next…?
I have been told that I handle stress very well.
You know, I cannot say that with a straight face, truly.
But I guess I shall have to take it as a compliment anyway. Because if I were to take it as something else, I might have to jump out the window next.