Nov 06, 2004 19:53
memory that's camera shy
it's the spirit of the season...
no, it's still autumn and i don't want a red and green ottoman in my living room. So anyway I'm planning giving plumes that were adhered to heels of my boots to kids at the neighborhood club and shifting through old newspapers that warn me of the deaths of world leaders, and offer support to those thinking America's a moral theatre. I don't think he checked the gas meter...it feels a little cold.
I'm sifting through newspapers and skipping over new savers of bills for temprary joy to the world thrills, get your gifts before it's too late and while the getting's good and start setting wood in your fireplace and start to admire pacing done by frenzied shoppers, or frenzied stoppers at fishbowls. I really wish old St. Nick was here, I miss my hobby horse. Ack. What was that? I need to finish this discourse...and balance my checkbook, pay the DSL bill, get some groceries, take my one-a-day pill,finish this novel...