Z is for Zeroable

The A-Z challenge is drawing to a close. By now you should be sick of reading letter themed posts, bored to tears with the tenuous connections people make between random words and their intended subject, and fed up to the back teeth of learning new words. You’re probably also not even here, as I’ve been so slack with getting posts up on time this month I wouldn’t blame you for leaving forever *sniff* It’s ok, I don’t need you. Waaaahh!

I’ll sit here and drink zubrowka from my zegedine, and eat zakuskas and zeppoles and zwiebacks until I’m zaftig and I have to wear a zazzy zosteriform- shaped zoster *sniff*

No, wait! This isn’t the end! This isn’t my zoothapsis.

God damn zoodikers, I should see this as the beginning!

I’ll get my writing zonelet sorted in the new house; furnish it with a new zarf to hold my favourite mug. I’ll grow a zapata and embrace zanyism, become a zealot for the writing world. I’ll be a material girl zelotic zealot living in a zelotic world…free from zelophobia and zoilism and zoanthropy (I swear I was a cat for six weeks!). My new life will be zappy and zany and full of zelotypia when it comes to new projects.

No more zwischenzugs or zugzwangs, I’m done stalling. It’s time to go on the offensive with all matters zoetic.

It’s time to be a zendik and conjure up a new life through the zygosis of writing dreams and reality.

Zounds! Where did all that come from?

Time to trim the zeroable words from the story of my life, and this blog…seriously. Trim back all the zeroable words from this post and what are you left with?

The A-Z challenge is drawing to a close. By now you should be sick of reading letter themed posts, bored to tears with the tenuous connections people make between random words and their intended subject, and fed up to the back teeth of learning new words. You’re probably also not even here, as I’ve been so slack with getting posts up on time this month I wouldn’t blame you for leaving forever *sniff* It’s ok, I don’t need you. Waaaahh!

I’ll sit here and drink zubrowka from my zegedine, and eat zakuskas and zeppoles and zwiebacks until I’m zaftig and I have to wear a zazzy zosteriform- shaped zoster *sniff*

No, wait! This isn’t the end! This isn’t my zoothapsis.

God damn zoodikers, I should see this as the beginning!

I’ll get my writing zonelet sorted in the new house; furnish it with a new zarf to hold my favourite mug. I’ll grow a zapata and embrace zanyism, become a zealot for the writing world. I’ll be a material girl zelotic zealot living in a zelotic world…free from zelophobia and zoilism and zoanthropy (I swear I was a cat for six weeks!). My new life will be zappy and zany and full of zelotypia when it comes to new projects.

No more zwischenzugs or zugzwangs, I’m done stalling. It’s time to go on the offensive with all matters zoetic.

It’s time to be a zendik and conjure up a new life through the zygosis of writing dreams and reality.

Zounds! Where did all that come from?

Time to trim the zeroable words from the story of my life, and this blog…seriously. Trim back all the zeroable words from this post and what are you left with?

Zoinks!