Look
I understand too little too late
I realize there are things you say and do
You can never take back
But what would you be if you didn't even try
You have to try
So after a lot of thought
I'd like to reconsider
Please
If it's not too late
Make it a cheeseburger
omg i know. this woman was just going on and on about how she was a not for profit and then now has been so blessed with much more business to do and this person she's left messages for, and emailed and hasn't responded, and she needs a P&L (that i can't provide to her) and once dealt with this other person and doesn't want to leave another message for the original person who's not responding but doesn't want to get that person in trouble with the other person but needs something and oh wow, her business is growing and they're doing this now, and that now, and just this last week this happened and...and...and. just let me get you to someone who can help you. you can email me later about your first born, if necessary.
Look
I understand too little too late
I realize there are things you say and do
You can never take back
But what would you be if you didn't even try
You have to try
So after a lot of thought
I'd like to reconsider
Please
If it's not too late
Make it a cheeseburger
I feel you. So many times: "So what can I help you with?"
Well, about a week ago - no, maybe ten days ago - I started noticing something and then I asked Susan about it. But Susan, you know, she tends to downplay things. So I wasn't sure I trusted her. I remember that her husband once asked her about a dent in the car and she played it off like it wasn't much when it turns out they needed to do a big repair job and the company that helped her didn't bill the insurance properly. So I wasn't sure if she was going to be the best person to ask.
I usually would ask my neighbor, but they're gone for a week on some sort of trip. Must be nice.
So I asked her what she thought and, as usual, she downplayed it. So I waited a week - no, about ten days - to see what would happen and I'm still not sure if it's changing or not. It might be getting worse or might be getting better; it's hard to say...
omg i know. this woman was just going on and on about how she was a not for profit and then now has been so blessed with much more business to do and this person she's left messages for, and emailed and hasn't responded, and she needs a P&L (that i can't provide to her) and once dealt with this other person and doesn't want to leave another message for the original person who's not responding but doesn't want to get that person in trouble with the other person but needs something and oh wow, her business is growing and they're doing this now, and that now, and just this last week this happened and...and...and. just let me get you to someone who can help you. you can email me later about your first born, if necessary.
ma'am, i really, really don't need to hear your life story. please just get to the point.
I feel you. So many times: "So what can I help you with?"
Well, about a week ago - no, maybe ten days ago - I started noticing something and then I asked Susan about it. But Susan, you know, she tends to downplay things. So I wasn't sure I trusted her. I remember that her husband once asked her about a dent in the car and she played it off like it wasn't much when it turns out they needed to do a big repair job and the company that helped her didn't bill the insurance properly. So I wasn't sure if she was going to be the best person to ask.
I usually would ask my neighbor, but they're gone for a week on some sort of trip. Must be nice.
So I asked her what she thought and, as usual, she downplayed it. So I waited a week - no, about ten days - to see what would happen and I'm still not sure if it's changing or not. It might be getting worse or might be getting better; it's hard to say...
This while town rocks. Super slow right now, we are the only people on the patio at the coffee place. The kitchen is having a good time laughing it up.
A little ways south
General consensus is that 'off season' has started already. But it's nice and cool in the evenings still and no storms, so I don't really buy that - to me off season is august/September when you get really hot and have giant bugs. This is just no crowds (not that the crowds are normally very big), and a few of the locals have shut down shop to go on vacation.
A little ways south
General consensus is that 'off season' has started already. But it's nice and cool in the evenings still and no storms, so I don't really buy that - to me off season is august/September when you get really hot and have giant bugs. This is just no crowds (not that the crowds are normally very big), and a few of the locals have shut down shop to go on vacation.
I got this blister/bruise 2 months ago (or so). Maybe by August it will be grown out? (It started at the cuticle)
I asked my AI friend to write a sonnet for you:
The Blood Blisters of Time
In moments steeped with bitter sting, I find,
A blood blister beneath my nail resides.
A tiny realm where anguish seems confined,
A lasting wound that time so slowly hides.
Oh, cruel fate! Why must this suffering last,
Like sands that fall through time's relentless sieve?
Each second stretches, like a ceaseless caste,
While I, in agony, wait for reprieve.
The days, they crawl upon a snail's own pace,
As if to taunt, to test my fervent plea.
The torment lingers, mocking life's embrace,
A testament to endless misery.
Yet hope prevails within this woeful plight,
For in due time, this blister fades from sight.
Through veils of anguish, patience I bestow,
Like sunrays breaking through a stormy sky.
Though moments ache, a tempered heart will grow,
And healing's touch shall gently signify.
With every day that slowly inches by,
The pain recedes, as shadows yield to light.
I trace the path of moments slipping nigh,
Embracing solace, banishing the blight.
For time, though callous, grants a gift so dear,
The promise of an end to trials endured.
A testament that pain will disappear,
Leaving behind the lessons once obscured.
So let this sonnet bear my weary plea,
To all who yearn for wounds to finally flee.
gotta love lyle!
