Billy Goats Gruff

Friday, May 12, 2006

No Depression

I think my soap opera is finally over, and unfortunately it didn't end quite how I would have like it...well, it didn't end at all how I would have liked it.

Is it impossible to find a single woman my age who isn't laden with buckets of emotional baggage? I mean, if it's a woman I would want to date, chances are she's been in relationships already, so obviously, there's gonna be some issues. I certainly have my share.

Now I'm listening to the Anthology of American Folk Music and trying to focus on my job. it's hard when you're nursing a battered and bruised heart.

This is the point where I remind myself that I'm not dying, and that I don't live in sub-saharan Africa, and that I'm not being shot at in Iraq...yep, just as I suspected....not doing all that much for me.

2 Comments:

At 12:31 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hey, buck up there partner. Why don’t you come over and work for team R and let some friends of ours buy you some hookers. Why I like to think of them as walking sunshine in bouncy packagin’. I sure do love that packagin'! And if that doesn’t work the coke sure will. Yee ha!!!

 
At 1:46 PM, Blogger Joe said...

Thanks for the offer, Tom. I'll certainly think about it.

 

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