scooter

let me set up a little analogy of advice for you here.

as long as your seams are set straight, small snags in the pantyhose of life really won't cause those huge runs that span from the twinkling toes to the reinforced crotch.

let me elaborate. more than just several people i am in some type of contact with have really started to feel sorry for themselves, and in such a way that is not just a healthy snippet of self-loathing. not just the usual kick in your own slats so you remain on an even keel. no, no. we're talking a flat-out "my blood sugar seems a tad low, i need you to buy me a cake." you with me here? and to that, as i have already not-so-eloquently stated, i say pop a tic tac, give your belt a twist, and get on with life.

now, please take my flighty words with a double serving of salt. you see, i think and experience, therefore i think and experience. that's it; that's that. i call it as i see it and that's all i can offer.. 3 strikes and you're out. but i feel i cannot tell others what path to take, i can only lend them the flashlight i found useful. and as we all know, no matter what the brand, batteries are prone to suddenly losing their juice. especially in small electricals. so heed but be leery... i'm one contradictory fellow.

whirl that puppy around in yer noggin a bit.