Rough edges

One of those times, I guess. Nothing works out the way I expect.  It’s never enough. Never fucking enough.

Toast

I know that I am sick of my whining, so I can’t imagine how anyone else can stand it. Jeebus, get over it already. I’m going to try and keep it down for a while. Not that it matters, but I need a break from my own drivel. Maybe I’ll take a walk.

happy mutter’s day!

Unconscious Mutterings, week 537, go here to get the words 🙂 537 :: this week’s words; also isn’t this a pair of Levis? Horizon :: over the Episode :: television Character :: development Crossed :: legs Shipping :: not included Jump :: trampoline Bowling :: ball Grumpy :: old man Them :: Us and