(no subject)
Well well, braincell.
Birthday/deathday is rapidly approaching.
Having the feeling the partying isnt gonna be nearly what I had hoped.
But then, nothing these days is.
I'm being forced to settle for small potatoes everywhere I turn, and frankly, I'm sick of tiny french fries.
Balls to the wall and all that jazz.
Pinochle is for sissies.
Birthday/deathday is rapidly approaching.
Having the feeling the partying isnt gonna be nearly what I had hoped.
But then, nothing these days is.
I'm being forced to settle for small potatoes everywhere I turn, and frankly, I'm sick of tiny french fries.
Balls to the wall and all that jazz.
Pinochle is for sissies.