Life Is Funny, Baby, And That's No

Who Else Would Find Me At Just This Moment? First He Found Me Drunk, Now He Found Me Cleaning Up Poo From A Barking Pony Who Was About To Go Into Attack Mode.

Prayer Or Not, I Want To Believe That, Despite All Evidence To The Contrary, It Is Possible For Anyone To Find That One Special Person. That Person To Spend Christmas With Or Grow Old With Or Just To Take A Nice Silly Walk In Central Park With. Somebody Who Wouldn't Judge Another For The Prepositions They Dangle, Or Their Run-on Sentences, And Who In Turn Wouldn't Be Judged For The Snobbery Of Their Language Etymology Inclinations.

How Come Princesses Always Have Some Huge Flaw That Can Cause Their Downfall?

So Much Is Happening And Yet Nothing At All.

But She's Not, And I Am Left To Wonder On My Own: How Does This Work, The Getting To Know A New Guy Without Revealing Too Much Desperation For His Undivided Attention?