I just don't know.
I am faintly apprehensive.
Plus, it's an old story and I grow weary of it.
Everyone seems to be having birthdays these days! As for myself, I shall be celebrating my booze-day on Sunday. Perhaps with booze, perhaps without. It might be a non-traditional one.
I feel icky. A feeling that makes me mad. "Madicky", I call it. Now. Who wants to dance until I am happy again?
Plus, it's an old story and I grow weary of it.
Everyone seems to be having birthdays these days! As for myself, I shall be celebrating my booze-day on Sunday. Perhaps with booze, perhaps without. It might be a non-traditional one.
I feel icky. A feeling that makes me mad. "Madicky", I call it. Now. Who wants to dance until I am happy again?