Pondering..
Mm hmm. I always leave it too late to type these things.
And I was going to summarise.. in a few dot points a few notable but mundane things. But, suddenly, noting down those charming moments has lost it's appeal..
Quite a lot seems so random and out-of-sync... quite frazzling... mm.
On a tangential note, today I somehow began to think of that story about the Boy who cried Wolf. But yeah.. I don't want to make any explanations - but I didn't think I was someone who asked very much from others.... all I can say now, is I'll ask even less. *nods* Joyce will cry wolfies or fishies or whatever no more.
On another tangent, the people at the liquor store doesn't ask me for ID anymore. Does this mean:
(a) I look old, or
(b) I've been to that store too often?
posted by juice @ 11:59 PM
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