Sometimes this is how I feel. Remote, isolated, alone in a sea of whatever it is that is surrounding me. Funny, sometimes the only place I want to be is on that island by myself. I often feel like no one understands or cares. I feel myself drifting further and further away and really not minding that I can't see the mainland anymore. Where's Gilligan for a little comic relief?
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
No Man is an Island
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he is off banging Ginger... didn't ya know...
drift back babes! do the slow float so you have time to regroup... but always, always come back...
Thanks. The kids are usually good for one quick yank on the rope back to reality. Sometimes I go a little too far into my head and get stuck.
Is the island warm? Can I come visit? I'll bring cocktails.
I think it looks warm. That's why I chose it. Meet me in the Tikki Bar
Hmmm.... Drinks with umbrellas... Coconuts... Pineapples.... Rum....
Hot sun + rum=headache (personal experience)
But it sure is fun!
I am a rock.
No, you're not, Grant. You're a smartass.
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