recipe for disaster
>> Wednesday, December 19, 2007
The vile ingredients for that would be a money funk and the general holiday stress. My head is kind of all over the place lately. I wish I had something brilliant to fill your heads with, but I do not. My own head is much too full.
The weather is cold, just how I've wanted it for so long.
Highlight of my day today? A dressed-up Santa on the side of the road at the plant nursery waving as cars passed. I waved back and smiled, so did he. I think I wanted to pull over, hop out of my car frantically, and dump my chaotic mess of a head onto him. Then maybe give him a giant hug.
That entree would be desperation, with a dash of loneliness.
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The holidays are such a stressful time of year. If we lived closer, I'd invite you over, make you a cup of tea and let you rant, cry, whatever for as long as you liked. *LOTS OF HUGS*
Lol, I wonder what he would do if you could actually dump the contents of your head onto him. He might just melt into a puddle, not able to bear the burdens you're accustomed to.
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