Thursday, November 15, 2007

Swing up and down, down, down.

What is it with the little things? The tiny little microscopic things that tear at your gut and bring your world down?

And always with you, whenever I see you, hear of you, have anything at all to do with you it sends me in a downward spiral. Am I jealous? I’m something.

2 comments:

Dan said...

So, they have a medicine for that.

Mark said...

Aww!




Aww!