Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Cryptically Speaking...
When Kathy grows up,
Kathy wants to be a quattuordecillionnaire.
That's 45 zeros.
And many many many more times of a million billion dollars.
I'm in love with someone new (:
And she's a BLONDIE!
I think i'm channelling my inner Elle Woods.
Uniting Broadway and Equine.
I love the library windows.
Light, peace, serenity and Siddhartha.
Soon to be tennis probabilities, Stalin and experimentation
Oh how drearily droll life can be.
Sa and Sa's shiny new macbook are here
Beside me and making me so jealous.
Nevermind, my precious.
We shall whup their light-weight microchipped asses.
I want my stirrups back, mister!
And that camera spotlight.
With that cool confidence everyone has.
Could you arrange that, big guy?
Poor old Red's alone these days.
Wouldn't we much prefer the Red/Greens or Silver/Blues.
Luncheons and Dinners to attend and detest
To loathe and gripe except when...
My weekends hold the promise of magic.
Wednesday's out now.
Now MondayTuesdayWednesdayThursdayFriday
All the new 'unavoidable delay'...
"Pish posh" and "Oh pooh!", following
"This above all, to thine own self be true
And it must follow as the day the night
Thou canst not be false to any man."
'kath
9:18 AM
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