Osophy on Loss
Sometimes it’s possible to make no mistakes and still lose.
Sometimes it’s possible to make no mistakes and still lose.
This website made me laugh so hard I cried. Seriously.
I am alone again in my heart. I refer you to a previous entry I made in my blog, of an old poem I once wrote.
I won’t go into the details of what prompted me to post this blog entry. It’s private. I suppose the purpose of this entry is to proclaim my sorrow to the universe in an attempt to get it to pity me and throw me a proverbial bone.
I have the strangest thoughts when I’m drifting in and out of consciousness. Here are a few of the things I’ve written down recently:
dogs vs. doors
“Your beauty paralyzes me.”
BareBones Airlines: “Where service is our number two priority.” (The first is saving money, of course.)
This is the fifth weekend in a row it’s snowed in Denver. I’m tired of snow. I want it to go away. I want to be able to wash my car, which once was silver. It is now dirt colored. I want to be able to walk from point A to point B without needing ice cleats. I don’t want to shovel again.