Angry Cheshire

The time between then and now seems to elude me. Whilst standing in the Social Security office and staring at a portrait of Ours truly, George W. Bush, I started to silently weep for me.

My Christmas list has new names on it again, and I just wish that would stop happening. Denny’s moments are in the making, and those too, I wish would disappear. The world has gotten awfully heavy, man.

I’ve cut my hair, I’ve lost 20 pounds, I’ve quit smoking, and tomorrow I have surgery.

I miss Girl Scout cookies, and jelly beans.

I miss you.

My deodorant is lonely.