I cook like Betty Crocker and I look like Donna Reed.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Hope is One Sick Son of a Bitch
No closing notice posted yet. So I am hoping. Experience has taught me that hope can kill you faster than anything else on the planet. And yet there have been times when I've lived on hope alone. It's like this - if you're going to die of thirst, would you drink poison to save yourself? See what I mean? Lesson for the day - hope is one sick son of a bitch.