Heavy

Well, it can't always be wisecracks, quirky book titles, and witty repartee. I am heavy-hearted (quite literally, my chest feels like it weighs a ton). Recurring themes and syndromes have me drinking girly beer mixes (half Stella, half Limonata) and smoking, and trying to see through some of the fog. I've been askew and in a reclusive mode lately, and now, I think I miss my friends.
I miss me.
Alot.

Almost Forgot Myself by the Doves, comes to mind once more. Or rather, again. Dammit.

So close...
You're wasted again
I know, somehow...
I lost myself...again

Making me high again
I almost forgot myself again
It hits me so hard
It kills me again
Today

So close
Yet you're wasted again
I know, somehow...
We'll find ourselves...
I don't know, I don't know

Then we'll be high again
I almost forgot myself there
It hits you so hard
And kills again

I almost forgot myself again
I almost forgot myself there
It's hitting me hard
It moves me again
Again...

I knew I was a wannabe...

ha!

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crack of the day:

Tom Tucker:"And now to Olie, for our in-depth analysis"
Ollie, from the window: "SHE'S OLD!"

I laughed, and laughed, and laughed....and laughed. The tickle fight with the frying pan was also a classic. Nothing soothes PMS like Family Guy and, well, I'll leave it at that.

Book titles of the week...quickly

"Memoirs of a Midget" (the supposed memoirs of s Mrs. M) and "The Asylum of Fugitive Pieces". I aslo got to move Jane Austen novels, and could not resist to read the last bit of Pride and Prejudice with Darcy making his loooove declaration - yummy! (images of Colin Firth dance through my head)