Tuesday, May 12, 2009

shakespeare, shmakespeare

Sober...check.
Bored...check.
Smart, Cute, Furry, Loveable, and a whole big bunch of Sexy...check.
Every post I write could start, "i don't know...", because I don't, I wish I wasn't the only one who is admitting that...yoohoo, jimmy, are you paying attention?
People seem to want to know what i got mrs. squirrel for mother's day...she's not my mother. End of story. And for my mother, I thought it would be nice if she got something for me...I suggested it, she asked me what I needed, i said, "to be left alone on mother's day" she said, "Okay sweetheart, are you okay?" and i said, "look, i am going through a real rough patch right now, about all I need is cash...do you have any, I mean, how much could SHE need?" She asked, "Oh, baby doll, how much do you need?" and I said, "If you have to ask, it won't be enough. Happy Self-Centered Mother's Day, Mom."

Good God - I mean - that is what I mean by, " I don't know...", because I don't know why nobody understands what I need. Am I not allowed to be happy? Does no one care if I am happy? Oh, it's just all about you. Tame this shrew...End of story.

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