A leopard can’t change its spots, so why try to change me? I’m unique and as a result don’t want to be a spitting image of any human --A Dark Horse to be-- I’ll continue to remain me and with time, you wouldn’t need any invitation to see me dine.
I digress.
It’s funny how I’ve been holding my horses since I’ve known my left hand from my right. I don’t have an axe to grind, but many a times I get tempted to doing that. Everyday passed is rarely classified as a field day. It’s either one crazy cruel circumstance or another. I still can’t fathom out the reason(s) some folks want to get me into saying things about their bitchy actions (excuse my French). Is it a must? I don’t want to. Let me be me! I know I sometimes make mistakes and mess up, but I slap myself on the wrist. Answering to your hidden question, yes, it’s pretty hard now but it’s worth going through it. I’m glad I’m not Thomas but Thompson, and so I intend to stick to the belief that every cloud has a silver lining.
Other than the mini trauma, it’s been really cool around. Typing about coolness, I just met a cool, smart, and otherworldly nymph. Great combination if you ask me as it avoids moral decay. It’s a shame I’m not going to keep you guys updated on this though.
8 comments:
Keep your head up. Great work!
I am your number one fan of your work. I have never left a comment before, but I am really curious to know who the nymph is.
Just like the curiousity Joan Armstrong have, I myself wanna know the nymph. Who is she?
@ nichole.. thanx
@ joan and barbara.. the last sentence answers your question, and thanx for stopping by.
Can we know the nymph
No, it can't be disclosed.
wow! I can't read your blog and not ask the same question..
who is she?
lol, a human..
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