Yellow
So then I took my turn
Oh what a thing to have done
And it was all yellow
I'm seeing someone. I'm not sure where this is going. I approach every day with a healthy dose of cynicism and prayer. I realize that makes me sound bitter and desperate; but, in fact, it doesn't really feel that way.
It feels...all yellow.
In spite of all me...or maybe even because of it.
5 comments:
She lives! I thought you had either 1) gone crazy in medical land
2) spent every single free second (and I remember this part well...there is very little time for hanky panky) having wild sex with the boy.
3) Fallen madly in love and blogging will seem silly until your first really big ass argument and then you will come back and write a nasty little diatribe about him but since everyone thought you were dead, no one will be there to read it and then you will make up and be really relieved that no one read it.
Oh...and Cold P lyrics are fine and dandy with me. But...no Taylor Swift or Faith Hill. Unless, of course, it is "Breathe" which I heard in the car on the way home from work today and I sat there singing along like an idiot.
Hey, T! So glad you're back. I must confess to squealing like a teenage girl when I read your thirtieth birthday post. It's pretty hard to tell from this post but I hope you're still as happy and that things are going well.
Maria, as always, says it all so much better than me.
Big hugs.
D xx
i adore that song so much. may your Yellow be shiny and amazing and may you always know just what to do with it.
Funchide
Hooray ... on to read the next one.
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