My coffee tastes like soap.
And I’ll never pay off my student loans.
And New Orleans is still a mess.
And that dumbass is still driving the National Bus.
And I have to do computer stuff today (which I hate)
Because I’m really a Viking
And a kilt-wearing warrior of the heather
and sometimes the best tool for the job is a club.
And making lattes wasn’t such a bad way to earn a day’s pay-
but ambition is a curse, and I don’t even have that much of it- but it still feels like a curse when the urge to wander sets in, but you hunker down instead
underneath a shitty gray sky and think about the gray skies of the past that slowly drove you mad
until you did something about it
Back away from the knife drawer Sparky!
You got a lot of nerve complaining about gray skies in Florida.
But its been grey (UK for gray)for like 3 days!
you’ve got the wander lust in your veins my friend…. still amazed you’re here (glad though, very glad)
You’re amazed? So am I.