Wednesday, October 27, 2004

My So-Called Life

Unlike some people who share so much of their lives you can smell the sachet on their pillows, although there are other scents which come to mind, Mrs. Linklater isn't inclined to do that in her journal.

However, as she heads out of town to celebrate her birthday, she feels compelled to reveal the following:

In one week she has gone from feeling so happy she couldn't believe it.

To feeling so sad, she doesn't know when it's going to go away.

And she did it to herself. 

*SIGH*

 

 

 

6 comments:

pollysci said...

Mrs. L, I think that's going around right now.

The cure is simple:  a triple chocolate Kahlua birthday cake served atop the throbbing chest of a well-toned cabana boy.

Have a good one,
~tara

ann7inflorida said...

Hang in there Mrs. L.

greyhoundloner03 said...

dang! I agree with Tara...go get you a cabana boy, sugah, and don't do anything I wouldn't..happy birthday, bebe'.
Love,
Andi

jevanslink said...

Thanks all of you. It helped.  Mrs. L

somenuttychic said...

Ooooooooooooo, I hate it when that happens. That sux. Big time. And right before your b-day. What timing, eh? I hope you feel better soon Mrs. L.

lamove04 said...

Mrs L-- so sorry to be catching up and read this, but I see you are greatly enjoying your Montana getaway, which is cool-- hope your spirits have improved.
love, Albert