Sunday is moving day...yay for babyface getting her own room. And yay for the other extras. Boo to how much work I have ahead of me. I've learned that it's just easier to tell SO to stay out of the way. So far, so good though. I managed to get the tot loks off the cabinets and that was no easy task... Stabbed my arm with a screwdriver 4 different times before I decided to try a different size and ta da. Hoping to not have to use those at the new place. Finally bought a clapper earlier. I like...
Alas, the final vanilla coke is swallowed;
to be devoured so gleefully,
yet, taste so bitter.
Once, she praised that which she hollowed;
but now she turns discusted,
the sweet on her lips.
Abandonment, all such things offer,
is no substitute for caffiene,
that beautiful high.
The empty can, thrown into her coffer,
never will witness light agian,...
Lots and lots and lots of people write poetry about being sad and lonely because people are art artsy fartsy are prone to depression over how terribly they express themselves.
So, like love poems, there are so many that nearly every idea has not only been tried, but done a thousand times better about 300 years ago.
At the very least, we've all read about a thousand by now.
Also people, being narcissistic, are not interested in YOUR feelings because we're preoccupied with our...
