Thursday, February 2, 2006life is not like a box of chocolatesI've been laying low, brewing over my words, listening to music, chaffing at the bit, wondering about my ancestral heritage, growling and howling at the moon, stewing in my juices, hammering at the walls, scratching my nails down the metaphysical blackboard. My mother never said life is like a box... Sign in to see full entry. |
