Wednesday, March 07, 2007

Cry Baby Cry

Ever cry so hard your arms shake and you can't be bothered to turn your head or wipe the tears, so they roll down your neck and stomach before they're absorbed by your waistband? And when you're frustrated because you can't cry harder, you kick the metal gutter alongside a building and possibly break two freakishly long toes?

Me neither.

5 comments:

kay said...

I'm sorry, Friend.

Anything I can do? Really?

I think my word verification is the name of the Indian kid (dot-not-feather) who beat Ben in the Spelling Bee two years ago:

pnjhabd

ms. biped said...

well, this doesn't sound good at all. i hope you at least felt better after a good, violent cry.

Sarah said...

Fuck me! How come I seem to be the only one who didn't know you were back in the saddle?! (of blogging that is) I have a lot of catching up to do. Pay no attention to me as your statcounter may go haywire. I am so gleefully happy to "see" you again, Indi.

CQ said...

Kay: I'm okay, thanks...old drama queens can be such a pain in the ass, eh? ;) (I thought you had disappeared - what a lovely surprise!)

Patresa: I feel fortunate not to have thrown anything, so perhaps I'm maturing afterall...and yes, they were tears of anger and frustration that really needed to roll.

Sarah: Uh...you haven't missed much. :)

monty said...

Sarah, add me to that list,

..and cq, I seem to have a bit of gutter and cladding. It came on a north-easterley.