spoke the cat is sick as a dog and therefore missed all the mardi gras festivities. alas. i hope everyone is having a safe and wonderful time of it. and here is to no more shootings!
And were an epitaph to be my story I'd have a short one ready for my own. I would have written of me on my stone: I had a lover's quarrel with the world. -Robert Frost
i'm a pain in the ass. too passionate for my own damn good. overly sensitive and under drugged. i need a drink more times than not but often indulge in a cup of tea, heavy on the cream. i over complicate thinks, think myself into circles or black nights of insomnia when nothing but riding the street car for hours will do. i think the world is headed for hell and yet somehow, we as humanity will rise up and save ourselves in the nick of time like the end of a hollywood blockbuster. i'm an incurable optimist who is always preparing for disaster and when you are looking for it, god help us, it finds you.
3 comments:
You didn't miss a thing, darling. It was tame - tame and lame.
So sorry you got the creeping Carnival Crud. Get well soon.
I was wondering why I didn't here from you all Carnival. Hope you are feeling better baby. Eat chicken soup!
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