I am irritated. You know those moments when you glance over your shoulders to look back at your life and nothing but a yawning nothingness stares right back at you? Heeysuss, I feel like a grinning idiot. No, seriously. Everything I write either smacks of contrivance or sounds like some verbose cliche that would make the dead asphyxiate six feets under. I am doing nothing but pilfering ideas, thoughts and what have you.
I want a dog. A nice labrador or a spaniel. A perfect cure for the mean reds.
Sunday, May 13, 2007
I am irritated.
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2 comments:
love your expression and mood here. but u dint tell me about the dog before!!
Well, I did! remember that day I asked you to get me a fat puppy that will waddle across the floor?
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