On the pig's back, charging through a velvet field
I think I'm getting the flu. Self-pity to inevitably follow.
Went home. Saw the doctor. Got Prozac.
To balance out the unusual and disconcerting sense of having taken a step to improve my life, I went to the hairdresser's and had my hair dyed the colour of insanity.
"It'll fade," said the hairdresser comfortingly as he took all my money.
Went home. Saw the doctor. Got Prozac.
To balance out the unusual and disconcerting sense of having taken a step to improve my life, I went to the hairdresser's and had my hair dyed the colour of insanity.
"It'll fade," said the hairdresser comfortingly as he took all my money.