And the Patrick comes in the night....part deux
I never much wanted to be Cinderella. I don't think I could clean that much. And, frankly, I find her story boring. But Ever After, now there's a telling.
That I could do. I'd meet my prince by pelting him with apples. I think I'd like to win him over by doing something genuinely worthwhile. And I'd make him mine by being brave enough to escape my own chains.
My my my, how the mighty have fallen. I want him more than he will ever know. Unless I let him know, that is.
"Just...breathe."
There are many superstitions. Killing a spider is bad luck. Koi swimming in 9 brings good fortune. In the year of the rooster, none should be married. And when the sun rises in the east, that means it is a good day to be compassionate.
Hehehe...what a little Buddha I am.
That I could do. I'd meet my prince by pelting him with apples. I think I'd like to win him over by doing something genuinely worthwhile. And I'd make him mine by being brave enough to escape my own chains.
My my my, how the mighty have fallen. I want him more than he will ever know. Unless I let him know, that is.
"Just...breathe."
There are many superstitions. Killing a spider is bad luck. Koi swimming in 9 brings good fortune. In the year of the rooster, none should be married. And when the sun rises in the east, that means it is a good day to be compassionate.
Hehehe...what a little Buddha I am.