Another virtual piece of paper to toss into my wastebasket. Getting ready for an appointment with an empty platform. (Maybe not? I doubt it, but we're both alive, it is physically possible though extremely unlikely ).
Who knows whether I'll get amusing messages like last week, to pass the time of day...
I regret to see how dogs chose your doorstep to crap. Nothing to do with me. Dogs like those I have trimmed into shape already, they don't usually come back.
What hurts is to see how little that perception changes where I go. Male, a certain age, single, ergo... I live in the land of the non sequitur. Surely this paragraph will also be misconstrued.
One thing is to see barbs I can take, and another one is to expect me to take indiscriminate crap from anyone.
Just a moment. While I shave, I've got a few choir boys to attend to.
After all, it promises to be another boring wait...
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