There is a small bit of feeling in the tummy and it governs actions and reactions
Christmas season is upon us and once again I find myself slapping my head and saying 'what?!'
WHAT?!
I slap my head in a parking lot while people are wide-eyed and panicking to find a space so they can purchase junk that shows how much they love so and so and so and so.
*SLAP!!!* We are fools and really why don't we just cook a stupid dinner together with the family and drink until everyone is as loose as the goose. Why don't we just have a dart game together, outside on the front lawn of that house on Quadra where several giant blow-up snow globes and carousels may accidentally get in the way of the dart boards we accidentally forgot to bring.
*SLAP!!! WHAT THE...SLAP!!!!!!*
s. lap.
WHAT?!
I slap my head in a parking lot while people are wide-eyed and panicking to find a space so they can purchase junk that shows how much they love so and so and so and so.
*SLAP!!!* We are fools and really why don't we just cook a stupid dinner together with the family and drink until everyone is as loose as the goose. Why don't we just have a dart game together, outside on the front lawn of that house on Quadra where several giant blow-up snow globes and carousels may accidentally get in the way of the dart boards we accidentally forgot to bring.
*SLAP!!! WHAT THE...SLAP!!!!!!*
s. lap.