Friday, 20 February 2009

The Party's Over Now



So: the party's over.

Well, when I say 'party', I mean, 'strange psychological journey'.

When I say 'strange psychological journey', I mean 'twenty years feeling like I couldn't get out of my own front door because somebody else's tickertape parade was passing by my house'.

I have a lot of tidying up to do. Then I can get on with being an adolescent again, like before I was interrupted. Except this time, I won't need to use a Fake ID.

Result.

5 comments:

Mel said...

I so wish I knew the riddle.....

*hugs*

Welcome to the world, Sarah.

Gordie said...

I think it's not too different from your own, apart from the penis, and the lawnmower.

(((((RightBackAtYa)))))

Mel said...

Excuse me.

<-- mows the lawn here and dang proud of it!

That's WHEN one can find the lawn....when it ain't covered in all that whitestuff...

fathorse said...

mmmmmmm

whitestuff....

Gordie said...

I mean, I grew up in England, where the lawnmowers are much smaller.