spring broke.

[exit44]

I'm sitting in the guest room of my mother's house
not wanting to see anyone in particular-- just my cat
and maybe a Mr. Jack Daniels, perhaps accompanied by
Señor Jose Cuervo or His Majesty-- Crown Royal.

Ah, the three men in my life, they always
show me a good time. I often feel compelled
to share useless gif files I find on the internet-- not
unlike this one:



Also, my poetry has officially died.

So has my Sunday night.

SaM.