I AM GRUMPY.
The sky weeps, spits and drools like a bruised, irate drunkard. My poor eyeballs ache due to the drops my ophthalmologist squeezed into them at my eye exam this afternoon. The NCSU Halloween social dance is tonight and I am childishly, petulantly glum about not belonging with that crowd. I insulted Chopin with my rendition of his Nocturne Op. 55 No. 1. Every time I read the world news I see the Guinea massacre headline and want to scream until my vocal cords bleed.
I long for an introverted, intelligent female friend my age, with similar concerns. Come back, RH.
I'm searching for something. Wish I knew what it was.
1 year ago
2 comments:
Can I just say that I have had the overwhelming desire in the last couple weeks to bake cookies/pies/breads/distributing tiny pumpkins for everyone I even casually know in hope of making a real connection with someone in person?
miss you,
rh
You are more enterprising than I. I meet people who don't seem to care a whit about anything or anybody that isn't relevant to their personal entertainment and I don't even care enough to go beyond asking them about themselves just to get them to go away. :(
Ack, rant, sorry!
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