|Not this child, but about the same size as she....|
|Not this pickup, but one sorta like it....|
|You get the idea.......|
|Yeah, not this truck but one like it....|
What a terrible week.
I can’t seem to find the bright side. I know God loves me and all.
Excuse the following, but I just can' t help myself.
Then I hear one of the most disheartening phrases, “You’re not from here are you?” I’ve lived all over, but I have no accent, so it’s quite obvious I’m not from anywhere, I guess. It’s a way of making sure you don’t belong in their world, their place, their town.
|Not this alien, but that's how they make me feel.|
Right back at-cha, people!
On top of all this, one of the cute little kittens in the barn bit me. Those kittens are soooooo cute. R i i i i g g h h tttt......
|One like this.|
You gotta have a certain hardness in your heart these days. Sensitive souls seem to be getting swallowed up or smashed. Innocence seems to be dead anymore. No one respects innocence. Or kindness, or gentleness, or playing by the rules.
The world has gone amuck, my friend.