Just sittin` here at McDonalds, again, while Shanathan plays, in the
restaurant play yard, and I sip ever~so~slowly on me decaf. We had
already eaten dinner. I*m relaxin to the oldies they always play here,
the real oldies, the classics. The 40s and 50s stuff. The kind of
music Marilyn Monroe would have listened to, that they play just loud
enough to catch a lyric or two through the hum like noise the crowd of
the hour makes in the dinning hall. I took me Lorazepam today. Yeah,
I*m upto one a day now, though, on occassion, my body requires two.
Twoday was one of those days. Catch that pun? LoL I am experiencing
difficult times, though, not financially, like most of my American
counterparts. I mean, this has got to be the absolute toughest time of
my life, of my entire existance. Everyone and every thing pulling me
in opposite directions, making me weaker and more and more broken with
each pull, much like a rubber band gets when continuously, and
unnecessarilly, pulled. I feel like a caged PushmiPullu. But, I stand
strong. I will be o.k. Things will be o.k. I stand strong in me new
wicked boots that me dad got me for Valentine*s Day. They are really
rain boots I needed so desperately in the recent weather. But, they
are so hott, I*m wearing them now, even before the rain comes back.
And it*ll be back soon, very soon. They are like a welcome massage to
my ankles and calves, not to mention my feet, and I wont. And, they
are keeping me warm, in this chilly eating arena. I*ve decided I will
doll them up now and then with my new leg warmers. The warmers sparkle
and have buttons and everything. So, I stand strong in me black boots
and in heart, and spirit. I know my soul won*t let me down. *SD ...
P.S. `Wicked` doesn*t really mean wicked in fashion. Just thought I*d
clarify. LoL
