Ah, sorry Scottie...
I see. Yes, I suppose the word does, for me, smell of annoying Christmas
carolers at the front door and two-dollar cards with gold sparkly stuff on them
that comes off in your hands and gets on your clothes and on the furniture and
everywhere and stays there for the rest of the year goddammit.
Perhaps wicked "pleasures" are better than wicked joys. In the end, I guess
I'll just stay with "fun." That pretty much does the job for me,
description-wise. My life, then, is fun.
All the best,
--John
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