Copacabana

Wolves in sheeps clothing

Okay, so what is it with those lovely assets to humanity who instantly become, as we say in the South, "puddin' sticks" (instant pudding stick, hee-hee...) when they are dissatisfied with their own situation in life? Why must you stir up trouble in an attempt to bring everyone else down? Is it so the level of competition is lowered and you feel like you're one of the lucky ones? I'm serious, what is it? How can I help without succumbing to your nasty game? I'd prefer a solution where I don't end up mourning the death of compassion if it's all the same...

If you don't believe these folks are out there then do what I did: drive to your work one morning on a college campus with a mysterious and joyful little smile on your face and see how many ridiculously angry, rich young girls cut you off and how many lonely eyes in other cars try to get your attention to distract you from whatever distraction is causing the little smile. It's depressing man.
Especially when all you want is to cut up, laugh at yourself, be a little nutty, figure out how to exist on this orb and have a little fun in the process. Is this too much to ask? No more meddling, please...

posted by Lola @ 4:32 PM