My guest list for a Pity Party doesn’t stop with me, myself, and I. Usually few of my favorite sins stop by also.
Misery and joy have this in common; they both love company.
I’m not sure if life is passing me by or running me over.
If you growl all day…naturally you will feel dog tired at night.
I have a Master’s degree in falling apart. I wonder if I could get a government grant to fund further studies.
I am deeply flawed but forgiven. This is not a surprise to anyone.
Everyone is always talking about stereotypes. I wonder in mono-types feel left out?
Ever notice how often pre-mature decisions are made by immature people?
As I get older and more forgetful, why can’t I forget my mistakes and sins like I forget names and places? Uh, have I posted this before?