Ceramicists are the most amazing people.
I suggest everyone sit on a wheel atleast once in their life.
I don’t know how I always seem to be a goon magnet in a bar.
Never fails, I’ll have a few beers and chaos will reak havock around me. My husband says it’s because I’m too nice, too forgiving, because I smile too much.
But it pisses me off that I can’t be those things. That some goober always horns in and finds a way to take advantage of the fact that I could care less about how they conduct themselves.
I guess I smile and think “Damn glad I’m not here with you!” And the freak sees me smiling and thinks “Wow!! I’m makin’ time with this mama!”
Just because I’m at a bar, does not mean I’m on the prowl for another lover. I have my man, and no matter how I try to show that (short of licking his face in public) it always seems there’s a numb-nuts who thinks he has a chance. Worse yet is when my husband and I both get close to some one and then they act foolish.
And this is a very small town when you count only locals. We will see these people over and over again…
I guess I should conjure up my inner meany. Maybe she knows what to do.
Friday happy hour I’ll set her loose on someone and see how it goes…
where would i be without my ipod???
just remember, always back up your playlists!!
when the little guy dies (which they ofcourse eventually do) you don’t want to be left…
Song: High and Dry