Dear (Slug or) Atmosphere...
Please become female and marry me...
Or become my best friend ever- mostly so i can listen to live music all the time and be wooed.
On the upswing, I have had a pretty good last few weeks.
Thanks to those of you that have made it so, you know who you are.
Things are rough right now, but so it goes I do suppose.
Im a tough old bird, and I will be damned if I let bullshit be the reason I go down.
As my mom would say- "come hell or high water, it'll happen."
Im just confused I guess.
Oh mom, I love and miss you... come visit soon please.
Dear "the blend" (sirius satellite radio)...
Please EAT SHIT AND DIE.
Thats it for this...