If feelings and emotions were the sound of music, then what I’m feeling now is very in tune with Kings of Leon.
Bertie Wooster:[having just finished playing “Forty-Seven Ginger-Headed Sailors”]
Really speaks to me, that song, you know, Jeeves.
Jeeves: I’m sorry to hear that, sir.
Pictures finally uploaded, friends finally meet, a non-too akward reunion. Life is just dandy. Surrounded by drinks (ah alcohol, thou art surely one’s best friend), food, and colleagues of old, it’s like time never passed and I’m living the same dream.
Unfortunately, or fortunately, one must awaken from delusions, even if it isn’t too grandiouse
Happy Birthday O Brother of Mine…
Oh goodie goodie, family meet tonight, how shall I fend off questions?
“What have you been doing? What do you do all day? What are your plans?”
All I really want to do is run and hide my head under a pillow. Stop bugging. Stop asking. I’m sorry. I don’t want to talk about it.
Failed again I have in life. I don’t think I’m ever good enough for any of you.