My Thoughts: when the mood strikes.

Sunday, January 16, 2011, 4:49pm

Sunday, January 16, 2011, 4:49pm

         Mind your own business! 

         You come here, let my inside cat out and sit eating chips and watching the ball game.  Que Sera, Sera.  But, of course, it’s silly for me to be upset. 

         “It’s his destiny,” is your glib remark.

         My thoughts become more arduous with each passing moment. 

         “Go home.  Don’t visit me again, jerk… and by the way, screw you and the white horse you rode in on.”

         This fine day, I’ve cleaned the apartment while you sat on your rump, working your numbers.  I didn't mind, but I certainly mind now!