Okay, I am bummed this week and bummining it! I may or may not have a published blog with Pur, and it seems my internship is ignoring me in regards to my mascara article. I was also blown off from a phone interview, and it is my fault for being sad because I let myself get my hopes up. There are other things, too, but rather than blubber, I Will share fridge shit, which is what you came for anyways:
Univocalic poetry – constricted writing in which one vowel is used.
Stroll off to yon cold box now not tomorow, or for long lost foods do not sob. Show no sorrow!