I don't want to post, I don't have anything to post about that isn't cynical, disparaging, and downright depressing. Yes, folks it appears that this entire week I have been the bug. Not just a little bug on the windshield of life, but a big fat greasy, hunk of a splat bleeding a pool of neon green blood. It's been piss ass week in this PollyAnna's life. It's getting harder and harder to get back up after I've been knocked down.
So there you go; no words of hope, wisdom, enlightenment, or entertainment(as if there ever were) from my experience, just a big cluster**** Maybe after I work my way out of this tribulation, I'll find a way to look back and find that I have learn something...maybe. Not today.
Until then, all you cybersweeties have a wonderful week.
Moni
3 comments:
"I don't have anything to post about that isn't cynical, disparaging, and downright depressing"
And yet some of us make our entire writing careers out of doing just that :)
Perhaps you will find solace in the words of Ms. Dickenson:
"Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all."
Come to think of it, that sounds like something that would be crocheted on a yellowing pillow and displayed in a trailer. Perhaps hanging over a toilet.
Have a good week.
Don't worry about it Moni. But if you want to entertain, then by all means, bitch about life. You don't have to be Pollyana you know.
Val--Thanks for the words of Emily Dickenson. She's one of my favorite poets. I have those cross stiched on a doily encased in a glass picture frame and hung right next to my Elvis in Velvet I bought at the flea market. ;)
Scott--Thanks, I sometimes feel as though I have to be everyone's rock in real life. Well, the rock has a great big chip in it right now. ;)
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