I don’t know. Every now and then I step back from my shit-sandwich of a life and can smile at a song or something. I am better off than many, and should be happy for that. I guess I am. This isn’t what I fucking planned. Tomorrow is a new day, wanted or not.
And the sun is up and shining and so far there has only been one (small) fire in the kitchen and I have a cup of coffee so who am I to complain? I say… and you think… Week 568 Comedy :: Tragedy Warning :: shot Bowling :: pin Picked :: fruit Shotgun :: wedding […]
This entry is a mess and will probably languish forever in the drafts folder. Much of this does not need to be said, but I have a compelling need to write it down. If that makes any sense. It’s getting to be the end of the year, and as always I’m feeling like a little […]