mirth
Walking along Upper James, last night, a single tear rolled down my left cheek. I don't know what I was thinking, but things, an entire collection of this and thats, are really starting to get to me right now. I hate losing control, I hate losing it in public even more, and I've been host to this fucking melancholy state all weekend long. Sometimes it irritates me, being human.
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Sorry to hear that Stairs. I hope things brighten up for you soon.
Console yourself with the fact that it's better to be human than to be George W. Bush.
Well, better morally speaking. It's probably much easier to be George W. Bush.
But, really, he's much less endearing than Stairs is. So it's better for us too.
Fais attention a toi mon ami.
But if he were George Bush he could bomb someone if he were in a funk. That'd probably make him feel a lot better. :)
Ah, but I think that the pleasure derived from bombing people is rather superficial and short-lived. Ditto that from actually *being* George W. Bush.
Oh, and I don't imagine many of us have fantasies about getting the US President naked ;-)
That last comment has some disturbing ideas. Not in the least getting the US President naked. O_O