I either need to poop or my jeans are too tight.
- I love a lot. I wait a lot. I try to find a lot to laugh at. I don't usually have trouble with that. I pray a lot. I'm not always sure who or what I pray to, but I firmly believe that prayer makes a difference. I try not to panic very often. I try to learn something new every day. I spend a lot of time poking my nose into other peoples' bidness via their blogs. I clean up an awful lot of feathers. You can dress me up, but you can't really take me out. I travel a lot when I can find bird sitters and we take them with us when I can't. I drink, prolly to excess, but I rarely get sick because my body is a hostile environment to germs (or maybe no SELF RESPECTING germ would LIVE in my body?) I collect: gnomes, passport stamps, MONEY-preferably US dollars or Euros, red headed womyn and chicks named Stephanie. My Momma taught me many many years ago that girls don't fart, they foosie. She taught me lots of other chit too. Thanks for stopping by-leave me a comment and let me know you were here, feel free to link to me, or email me at email@example.com
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Gah times four. I am out of sorts. Not cross, really. Just wormy. Uncomfortable in myne own skin. The sun is out and it is a pretty day, but there is something brittle about it, and I am dreading getting out and on the road. When the kids used to get like this, the Innocent Bystander would hit them with the old "Nobody likes me, everybody hates me, guess I'll go eat worms." That doesn't really hit the nail on the head either, though. I'm not feeling sorry for myself-I have everything I could possibly want (other than the IB being here with me). I am just feeling like a very large trapezoidal peg trying to fit into a tiny crescent shaped hole.
Posted by derfina at 12:37 PM