If the universe had a anthropomorphic personification, it would definitely be a rosy cheeked little fat man in a hat with a bell on it. And yes, the bell is key. You can't run around causing such mischief without a jingling hat. Probably he's named "Skippy."
I say all this because after the weekend I just experienced, it's clear that the universe is nothing short of ridiculous. A long series of overdramatic experiences culminated in one head-slapping "duh!" moment in which life became clarified. The path was clear; the angst was gone.
Apparently, my mom was right when she told me it's OK to fall in love.
Which brings us back to the Skippy, the universe. Cause the past ten years of my life have apparently been a circle leading me back to my first boyfriend. Outside of the movies, when the hell does that actually happen in real life? Mock me if you will, Skippy. But the last laugh is all mine.
What a Decade!
15 years ago
6 comments:
yay for love!
Oh geez.
Happiness is sometimes Warm Gum, too.
Whatever in the hell that means.
I'd have thought you'd have figured this out sooner.
Christian said it best, "Above all things I believe in love. Love is like oxygen- love is a many splendored thing- love lifts us up where we belong! All you need is love! "
EDIT: It may have been the Beatles, but they really were on to something.
Of course I was right, was there ever any doubt?
Love ya,
Mudder
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