Ben & Jerry's at midnight every night,
with the TiVo set to record "Friends" reruns.
Laughter rings safer in early 90's technicolor.
Barnyard cows parading across pajama bottoms and fuzzy slippers
belie the true intentions of the
midnight temptress.
Just ask Ben. Or Jerry.
Baby and woman, seventeen, stacked like an entire family of
different-sized Turkish dolls.
Ten generations.
One doll, too many fight for floor time.
The cup runneth way, way over.
Just...explodes...under...PRESSURE!
And of that pressure,
the tick-tock barrels on,
so seventeen will soon choke upon
the scarred dust and ashes of barnyard cows
and empty cartons of
Ben & Jerry's.
But "Friends" are forever, right?
So cheers, Ben. Cheers, Jerry.
Laughter in technicolor calms the soul again and again and again.
Unrequited adolescence has never tasted so sweet.
So stop.
Play.
Pause.
Rewind.
Author notes
I suppose the only way to describe myself without actually mentioning myself is with ice cream.
It just figures.
A contest entry
- You by Sofia Nadia.
800 points, ended May 31, 2007, 14 entries
Silver trophy winner
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Comments
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haha, wow...i had no idea that i'd place in this! thank you so much!
i'm glad i could enter somethign worthwhile...oh, and i don't know how i came across the ice cream idea...it just kind of happened. haha thanks again, and congrats to everyone else! 
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How did you get the idea of describing yourself with ice cream??? Very original.
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jajaja
of all the entries, this was by far the most amusing, even down to the A/N. i loved this because it showed me what you're like, what you're into and you did it all without pronouns. it was light and humorous, but also deep in some places. overall, great job! thanks so much for entering and good luck!!
~SofiNadi
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