A place for weasels, waffles, pancakes, bunnies and monkeys, as well as the occasional engaging biped to verbally wander, ponder, work up a lather, blather, get in a dither and discover but then forget to write down the meaning of life on their way to have a smoke & make a joke.
Drama prone, poo-flinging primates need not apply. Hall passes & haul passes freely granted. Passes at girls with glasses highly encouraged. 'Verbal warnings' & corporate nonsense strictly verboten.
Monday, December 28, 2015
For the first time in so long
I feel good.
Not forcefully ecstatic or euphoric. Just good. Solid. Grounded. Even.
It's probably a misconception, but I'll accept the possibility while it lasts.