Wednesday, February 06, 2008

Bring it on home to me.

Have you ever gotten the feeling that you've somehow hurt or offended or annoyed someone but, much as you rack your brains, you can't quite work out what it was? Not knowing what it was you've idea what to do about it or how to fix it. I feel like that now. Being me, of course, the possibilities are endless. It doesn't mean that I know what to do though.
I am sorry. But then, I always am.

2 comments:

non-Blondie said...

I completely understand this one. I have to say though, I will always make it clear to someone if and why I am upset with them. My friends prefer to act like everythings normal and if I ask them if somethings wrong they deny it, and then when I leave it they get mad at me. Girls are infuriating!

I hope you have sorted things out by now.

And damn you for getting that song in my head! I'm not mad at you though. (grumble grumble)

nailpolishblues said...

Hee hee. No, not sorted. I guess it's going to remain unsorted. Pity really as I am quite fond of this person and, well, it seems such a waste.