Tuesday, June 16, 2009

It Never Ends

So, as we all know, my poor little heart has just been utterly decimated. Seriously, I may not live through this. It's the absolute travesty of the century. I don't see how I could possibly go on. And yet...for some reason I am hoping. I have absolutely no reason to believe that this is gonna work out for me. But still there is some little sliver of me that is hoping. I once read a book that said, "This new affliction - hope - may kill me faster than any disease I have suffered." Perhaps that's true. Perhaps it's not. Perhaps nobody cares. Perhaps I don't even care. Perhaps we'll start one more sentence with the word "perhaps."

I don't know why, but I have a feeling this is gonna work out. As Sally Bowles says, "It's gotta happen...happen sometime. Maybe this time I'll win." Or maybe I won't. In the grand scheme of things, it doesn't matter at all. It just would be nicer to be in Central Park chatting up Gavin Creel and Will Swenson than sitting in an overheated gym listening to a fat priest droning on about how we're all going to hell. Anyway, maybe it's better that I don't go. If I did, I might not be able to overcome the fear that Kacie Sheik would cut me to ribbons with her beaver teeth. Wow. Even I thought that was kinda mean. Sorry, Kacie Sheik. Oh, well. It'll work out or it won't. Only thing to do now is wait.

And, just 'cause I think this is freaking hilarious. You're welcome.

1 comment:

sing~A~ling said...

i love the pic--- stop making me feel horrible--- please-- i am serious!