Is Morrissey Ever Wrong?
Honestly.
I've been on a mini (mini?) hiatus from blogging and blog reading and I'm trying to get caught up in the last few days - I really miss my blogging buddies! Thing is - (selfish alert!) even though I'm used to the idea of A being an only child - I'm really jealous of those cycling or pregnant again (well I told you it was selfish!). I'm so happy for anyone that can get through this maze, but lately, with the marital issues, I've had to safeguard myself.
I think I see some light at the end of the tunnel though - I'm feeling better about my home situation (and stupidly dying to cycle and even thinking seriously of doing it!) and gathering more and more sanities as my allies. Always helpful.
It also hurts to read blogs when people haven't been successful and that's why I decided to post tonight - Mr T. was listening to my favorite Smiths song that I've heard a couple of time recently too (I listened to this song every day that my grandfather was dying. I thought he could make it. I'm often wrong.).
Good times for a change (see the coincidence - Good Times?? I think I need frosting.) I refrained - go me!
See the luck I've had
Could make a good man turn bad
So please, please, please
Let me, let me, let me (let you, let you, let you)
Let me get what I want
This time
Haven't had a dream in a long time (fucking freaky dreams if you want to know the truth)
See the life I've had
Could make a good man bad (amen brother)
So for once in my life
Let me get what I want
Lord knows it would be the first time
Lord knows it would be the first time
'Lord knows it would be about time' - those would be my words, but who am I? Not his songwriter certainly. I mean "girlfriend in a coma"? Pshah - I don't have a chance at that kind of brilliance.
Where was I? Oh yes, at the bottom of my bottle of wine that I said I would only have two glasses out of. Ergo this post. Um.
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