I'm in a spitting mood.
I hate when my journal becomes a letter to someone..........
IT's supposed to be a letter to ME.
This place isn't for...
Well, it isn't for THIS.
Perhaps more, than I am willing to admit, is due
to a small ache inside--I cannot shake.
Someone at work, came in tonight.......
and asked if I had lost weight.
I said, Yeah, about a hundred and seventy pounds!
(tips hat to skidspoppe for the joke)
The guy just stared like an idiot.
::wants to thump his head like a melon::
I've lost about ten pounds.
My boyfriend dumped me.
YAY! Pain diet.
(his girlfriend kicked him under the counter.)
He's one of US, Siren Ilk, and one of those GO GETTERS
I kinda want to choke, anyway.
(I was ROASTING COFFEE when he was in knee pants!)
I wanted to point out that his mohawk was out of spec, because it is bleached?
And then I just kinda wanted to kill myself...
metaphorge--I am too awed by too many years of having you
BE someone I was awed by...
You played the Orphan card.
I cannot beat that.
If my Father goes before I do....
I hope they have a rubber room ready.
THIS IS STILL MY WORLD.
I will still fight for it, Friend.
It isn't healthy.
But it's HOME.
I wish I could..........
show it all to You, from beginning, to Now.
IT's a good story.
(do you have a cat?)