\Hy*per”bo*le\, n. [L., fr. Gr?, prop., an overshooting, excess, fr. Gr. ? to throw over or beyond; “ype`r over + ? to throw. See Hyper-, Parable, and cf. Hyperbola.] (Rhet.) A figure of speech in which the expression is an evident exaggeration of the meaning intended to be conveyed, or by which things are represented as much greater or less, better or worse, than they really are; a statement exaggerated fancifully, through excitement, or for effect.
99% of the content on this blog is hyperbole. Except the part about how cold it’s been in this part of the office – it really is that cold. Other than that though, It’s usually written to be entertaining. My life is far from that exciting – so I live vicariously through the imaginative crap I post on here.
Why am I bothering to try to clarify? I am dumb enough to have a link to this site on my MSN profile. So every time I add someone to my messenger list (lately, it’s been boys that I might like to date one of these days), that new contact inevitably checks the profile, and comes here to read (hi everyone!). That means lately they’ve been getting stories about condoms and lube and turkey and freezing and black leather boots.
I have a sneaking suspicion that it’s much of the reason our encounters never move very far past one or two messenger chats. But to hell with them! If they can’t appreciate my creativity and oddball sense of humour, who needs em!
Then again, I also have this picture as the front picture on my profile, so I’m pretty much asking for trouble.