The say when life throws you a lemon, make lemonade. Well, today, I just got shit on by a crap load of lemons. Rotten, decaying, smelling lemons. I have no idea how to turn this stink fest into lemonade. I have been pondering this all morning. And only one solution comes to mind.
Would the person who dropped that bombshell last night, you know who you are, the one that is so desperately trying to hold onto something that died a quiet, blank-stared death three years ago, kindly just fuck off and die????
There, I feel a little bit better.........but I still don't want any fucking lemonade.
Oh the places you will go
3 years ago
3 comments:
yikes! i hope you're okay!
That's why I just use countrytime (the kind in a can) and call it a day.
How about Jack Daniels lemonade? Sounds like a plan. Thanks for the link BTW. I dig your blog too.
About your post, some people like wallow and never get over things. This person who dropped a butt load of fetid lemons in your lap, maybe they suffer from too much nostalgia. Too much hanging on to emotional baggage. But, hey, I'm not Dr. Phil.
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