Dear Mr. Ding-A-Ling ice-cream man (whose cyclical insane-making song is now playing outside my window):
It is mid-October. It is after 7 pm.
It is dark, and there are snowflakes falling from the sky.
I admire your pluck and perseverance, but jeepers!
About Me
- k8fh
- I'm just like everyone else; a mass of contradictions.... I want things to go my way, but I'm often disappointed by the outcome when they do. I love solitude, but choose to spend most of my time with people. I long for, but am terrified of, permanence. Learning to embrace (or at least endure) loss of any kind is my greatest challenge. I live in Oneonta with my good friend Joel, my ex-boyfriend's cat, Clovis, and a ton of plants.
1 comment:
Seriously, what is with the ice-cream trucks in November?? Was the summer that stingy that they just have to keep going?
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