Delete. Delete. Edit. Delete. Delete. Delete.
It's not that I have nothing to say. It's that I have too much.
So of course the words are all stuffed up, logjammed somewhere in my cerebral cortex.
In the meantime, for everything that comes out, delete. Edit. Delete. Delete. Edit.
If you have nothing material to say, chat about the weather....
So chappies and chappetes? How's the weather, eh?
Well pip pip then.
(And I meant it to sting!)
7 comments:
The weather here is awesome! I have all my windows open. The breeze is fresh and cool. I love the sun, not too hot, but still warm enough to kiss my skin. What I don't like is the hay fever that comes with this gorgeous weather. Aaaaachoooo!
Hey! :) So lots to say eh? When are you getting back?
Quilly: Oh good. You must be an autumn-lover then. I don't like summer too much either. How come you get hay fever at autumn?
Grey: Yes, hope I don't forget all these weird, wild and wonderful stories when I get back to the Smoky City.
Fall is my favorite time of the year. The weather is perfect. Delete.
Nessa: Mine too. When I happen to be living in countries with a fall season. I loved seeing the palace of Versailles in the fall. We had to keep drawing deep breaths because it was too much beauty - those giant leaves, that riot of colour...
Perhaps a milkshake will get things moving. Gross. Not that way. I meant mentally.
HCG: LMFAO! Moving indeed...I prefer the scatalogical reference...hehehehehehe.
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