Missing Solid
If I could just get my footing...I could stand up straight. Hard to do when you can't find your legs. Or your shoes, because the closet bar has fallen again, and they're hidden under clothes and chaos. Sigh...almost made myself smile there. Careful, careful, there it is again. Oh well. Sometimes I think that my sarcasm saves my sanity. Plus...well, once in awhile I consider myself rather clever. It comes and goes as it does, like everything else. Listening to..... Rachael Yamagata and Ray... Sign in to see full entry.