Meeting Alice...in Wonderland
`I quite agree with you,' said the Duchess; `and the moral of that is--Be what you would seem to be--or if you'd like it put more simply--Never imagine yourself not to be otherwise than what it might appear to others that what you were or might have been was not otherwise than what you had been would have appeared to them to be otherwise.
`I think I should understand that better,' Alice said very politely, `if I had it written down: but I can't quite follow it as you say it.'
`That's nothing to what I could say if I chose,' the Duchess replied, in a pleased tone.
I was looking over the first ten songs on my play list on the computer. Songs that I have been listening to over and over for several days:
1. Here Comes the Rain Again
2. I’m Only Happy when it Rains
3. Boulevard of Broken Dreams
4. Ugly
5. So Cold
6. I Hate Everything About You
7. Let Me Go
8. Come Undone
9. Nothing Else Matters
10. Sing for Absolution
Well, damn. Cheery bugger, aren’t I?
Eugene, the man who was going to bring me out of the moving-the-house doldrums…the one who was going to show up today and haul away an attic, cellar, and backyard worth of stuff…never showed up. Never. I called him and he said that he was on his way. Well, he must be coming from Romania. The afternoon is skipping away and he is still not here (was supposed to be here at 8 a.m). So I am assuming that Eugene is not coming. Funny that. I have horrendous luck with men. Even the fucking moving man can’t be bothered with spending time with me.
Was supposed to go to NYC in two days. Can’t now because I must arrange for someone else to come and deal with what needs to be hauled away.
Will go and listen to Leading Us Along.
`I think I should understand that better,' Alice said very politely, `if I had it written down: but I can't quite follow it as you say it.'
`That's nothing to what I could say if I chose,' the Duchess replied, in a pleased tone.
I was looking over the first ten songs on my play list on the computer. Songs that I have been listening to over and over for several days:
1. Here Comes the Rain Again
2. I’m Only Happy when it Rains
3. Boulevard of Broken Dreams
4. Ugly
5. So Cold
6. I Hate Everything About You
7. Let Me Go
8. Come Undone
9. Nothing Else Matters
10. Sing for Absolution
Well, damn. Cheery bugger, aren’t I?
Eugene, the man who was going to bring me out of the moving-the-house doldrums…the one who was going to show up today and haul away an attic, cellar, and backyard worth of stuff…never showed up. Never. I called him and he said that he was on his way. Well, he must be coming from Romania. The afternoon is skipping away and he is still not here (was supposed to be here at 8 a.m). So I am assuming that Eugene is not coming. Funny that. I have horrendous luck with men. Even the fucking moving man can’t be bothered with spending time with me.
Was supposed to go to NYC in two days. Can’t now because I must arrange for someone else to come and deal with what needs to be hauled away.
Will go and listen to Leading Us Along.