Tuesday, February 10, 2009

"I fell in Paul's pumpkin, and I don't even care"

If it doesn't happen soon, I'm going to do it myself.

The attempt at waiting is causing almost more grief than the act itself. Sad thing is, I don't think I'm eligible for that shot of redemption everyone keeps talking about. I've never bowed my head at the dinner table.

Maybe I can write them a letter explaining my word usage. But even then, I doubt they would understand. I've been attempting to express my words with their words for years now, but they've never seemed to get it.

I bet if I could dance, they would understand, but I threw out my equilibrium a couple miles back in order to drop a few pounds.

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