Tis a sad day in Watervliet. My magical orange cone was indeed taken out with the garbage. I pulled in after work, with extremely high hopes that it would be in my spot waiting for me.
But no. Gone. Out of my life forever.
There's still part of me, that very hopeful part of me that refuses to give up, that believes that whoever keeps placing it there, has taken it captive and it will be out there waiting for me tomorrow when I come home from work.
I feel like I lost my best friend. It was like a dog, faithfully awaiting my arrival almost daily.
Sigh.......
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Wow...that's pretty serious...I'm talking about your mental illness...um, maybe you should think about getting some HUMAN friends??? I dunno...just a thought...
you're just jealous
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