a beautiful day in the neighborhood
would you be mine?
how cute is mr.rogers and his fucking slippers and his fucking coo-choo train and his cute fucking cardigans and the way he politely asked if "i'll be his"...
usually i would make some sneer remark towards his extremely small and deceased genitals,but since Valentine's day is on the way, I'm in more of a sentimental, aw shit, even "romantic" mood..
and i'll pretty much take anything i can get. sure i'll be yours, mr. R.
i've been single for a long time now, with one possible relationship turned friendship (for the better) and maybe the occasional "moment" at the Mall when we both go to grab for the same shirt (unisex section) and make eye contact and our child's 3rd Birthday Party flashed to my mind...
but other than that- totally fucking single.
don't get me wrong, this is no complaint. it's pretty much been a choice, however.....
why doesnt anyone like me?
"oh they do, you just can't see it"
well why don't they make a fucking move already, and then we'll decide who is who.
or maybe its because there isnt anyone out there i actually like.
oh god, could it be true? am i already an old shriveled lady who doesnt give a shit about wearing her slippers to the store, with bald spots and rotten breath, but still goes on smiling wide and yapping at people??
god, i had hopes to become that eventually, but not now. not this way. not this time. (arent those lyrics to something? lame)
anyways, this is my morning rant and now i will go to work, mindlessly think of nothing, come home and attempt to finish this grant application i am applying for....
good god.
someone bake me a cake for VD already. fuck.
love: jill
