Sometimes, I feel discriminated against, but it does not make me angry. It merely astonishes me. How can anybody deny themselves the pleasure of my company? It’s beyond me.
I could say life is just a bowl of jello
and appear more intelligent and smart
but I'm stuck like a dope with this thing called hope--and I can't get it out of my heart...
...not this heart.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map