Oh, how fun it is to be lurching from one disaster to another…she sang.
Some devil, somewhere, obviously had a bunch of dominoes going spare, and decided to set them all up before giving one a little shove…
Time to pause, reflect…or give up and become a nun…only not in a convent…my addiction to certain solitary pleasures most probably would be frowned upon…in fact, it’s entirely possible that if I tried to pass through a convent door, dark smoke would suddenly appear – bolts of lightening prevent me from entering – there might even be some hissing, who knows, I’m not willing to risk it.
So, the life of a nun without the nunnery…a heart kept under lock and key…I’ve still got my books… and I can look at my collection of fuck-me shoes…what else does anyone really need? Humour, and since I’m able to laugh at me, laughter in my future is an absolute guarantee.
Oh, and how could I forget chocolate, I predict orgies of the stuff for this formerly reckless pirate.
Snow in April, who would have thought it? Not I, but as a metaphor, it couldn’t be anymore perfect.
*It was actually snowing in my garden an hour ago – crazy Spring*
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