Knickers.
Ballyhoo.
Flummoxed.
Scabrous.
Persnickety.
Cadaverous.
Sycophant.
Nocturnal.
Twat.
Yes. I make lists. It's a sickness that has infected many notebooks -- and quite a few restaurant napkins, beer coasters, and the sleeves of cigarette packages. And while I am too old to be cured of this affliction, I offer this confession as a cautionary tale to the younger folk.
Please: learn to relax. (I have compiled a list of relaxation techniques. These are available on sticky notes and the backs of envelopes.)
Hey, they're playing my song.
the wind
4 years ago
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