This wasn’t supposed to be my post.
I have some funny shit about my shoes – and how I don’t have a fetish, just maybe a little issue with self control on occasion. And I’m how even though the assassin thinks wives are better than cars I think that women are actually like cars.
But no.
That is not happening right this moment. Right this moment I have the shakes and I am in tears and why???? Because someone is escaping. It isn’t me. But its someone. She’s getting out. She is leaving the dark place that couldn’t manage its way out of a wet paper sack and going to a real job. Good girl. Good luck.I am still in tears and I am smiling at the same time trying ta answer the fucking phone and be perky…. yay.
I suppose I am not biding my time well enough and not accepting their bullshit well enough and not keeping my hands to myself and I keep running with scissors. Maybe I should look a little harder and remember the things I told myself like ‘If you don’t like something…. change it.’ And maybe, I shouldn’t write my resume in sharpie.
I suppose I need to breathe and just be today….
[youtube]http://youtu.be/UhjG47gtMCo[/youtube]
(sorry its long, but I love it.)
Awww, let’s plan to get you out of the dungeon, ok…. heart you!
ok first of all, you have to add my disqus to my bloggy poo, and secondly I LOVE YOU. There I said it, now everyone knows…. our love should be out in the open anyway. Thirdly, I LOVE LOVE LOVE what you’ve done with the place. It’s really shaping up. Fourthly (and yes I know that’s not really a word) the more pics I see of your shoes, the more I want to steal them. Sigh…………. You’re pretty awesome….
aw shucks