Monthly Archives: November 2013

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Sorry to keep you waiting, friends. I suspect that by now I'm talking to myself. I don't blame you all a bit, you were faithful, and I strayed. It's been weird as always. Haven't been feeling like a funny lady lately. Posted a pic of myself on the satans social networking site. Took a good look at it and saw some things that bothered me. First of all, it's taken in the hospital. I would like to tell you what I did to my knee to be in the hospital but autocorrect won't let me.

So, let me tell you what I saw. I have a low grade fever, and a Borked(thanks, autocorrect, that's exactly the word) knee, so of course I look like I've been rode hard and put up wet. There's more though. I'm smiling a bit. I like the smile. It's a defiance of the fact that I am hurt and at the hospital alone. But, it's only on my mouth.

The smile doesn't reach my eyes. The eyes bother me. I look trapped. There are secrets I can't tell, I guess. Ones I think I'm keeping even from myself. Too many hard times, and no way to share them. Who would I share them with, at any rate. Any body I could talk to is going through it with me. So, I drew some cards, the cards can speak my words. I'm going to post them, and if any of you are left following me, you tell me what they mean.


And also this one, just for reference.

Sorry to be a bummer, but I'll be funny again. Just give me a minute.

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