"There is a me you would not recognize, dear. Call it a shadow of myself." I almost like my entry from yesterday. Almost.
"And if the music starts before I get there, dance without me. You dance so gracefully." This song, which these three bits of lyrics come from, is the best slow-dance song in the world. (It also happens to be one of the saddest romantic songs in the world.) Ten points to whomever first names that song.
"I really think I'll be O.K. They've taken their toll these latter days." I'm a bit better now than yesterday. Some time alone has helped. Thank you to all who have written messages of support. (That would be no one, by the way; thanks bunches, buds.)
oh so lovingly written by
Matthew |
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
