Followed quickly by the bitch-just-you-try-and-flatten-me-down that is this clammy low (dude, it was bad)...
And as is my wont (who even says that anymore?), my mood rapidly switched...
A slippery slope slide into the abyss of absurdity. (If you look deep enough, I think you may spot Camus.) I.e. shit got funny, fast.
The rest of the week I just sort of hung on by the mehness of it all...
At some point I may or may not have done this, though really that's none of your beeswax.
And now it is pretty much Friday and I am plum tuckered, my emotions frayed, skin dry, mouth tired of moving.
As the divine Taylor says each week, I have finally found my voice and I'm not afraid to use it. Which, yeah, awesome for the both of us Taylor, the thing is, don't know about you, but I haven't got much more to say.xo,
S
2 comments:
You are hilarious.
Can't wait for part 2!!
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