Sunday Asides
It’s odd, going through life, saying carpe diem and swearing to drop the past whenever it cannot do you any good (and it nearly never does), and at the same time carrying an ancient monkey on your back, a banished yesterday that persists up to the present, a yesterday that lacks closure. A fever you can’t sweat out. This is the one glaring blemish in the way I live. </drama>P.S. I don’t need to make sense.Posted via email from Life is plastic, it’s Deantastic! | Comment »


