melissaabbott
Can I possibly remember to forget it. All about it...is IT possible. I am all about forgiving and forgetting but oh my, it is hard to do. It feels like a huge sacrifice...a surrender of the worse kind...I push myself to forget, I do...but....
The fence needed to be painted but I wasn't going to do it. It was just too much damn work and I am not into it. Let it chip, flake, and rot. Who cares, I don't. At least not anymore, ever since that damn man took off for parts unknown.
Do I really have to wear a plaid skirt today, I think ot myself as I am getting dressed. My sisters have already grabbed the other 2 skirts the three of us own. I am again stuck with the kilt. It is green and the problem is we don't have a nice sweater to match it and I will have to wear that awful mustard colored cardigan with it again.
I looked everywhere for that box of colored chalk. I wanted to make my class seems fun and exciting. Was it possible the answer might be colored chalk on the chalkboard. Probably not, I guess, but I am going to do it anyway.
It was my turn and I gingerly walked up to the chalkboard with great trepidation. Algebra was not my forte and trying to solve the problem was going to be just about impossible. What was I going to do, this was going to be embarrassing.
You know a song is going to be a hit when you can't get it out of your head, after hearing it once on the radio. I remember hearing Light my Fire on the radio in a convertible and knowing without a doubt it would be a hit. Same with Purple Haze!
the radio blasted a grace potter song which then stuck in my head, all day long! ohh lala...if I was from Paris, I'd say ohh lala
At last the limo arrived at the theater and even in the heavy rain I could see lots of people waiting outside. It is not good for me if I am feeling this upset. How could he get me this upset when I have a performance tonight. Honestly, men can be so frustrating.
I stumbled as I got into the limo in the poring rain. I wasn't going to look back at him, that beast. I had to get my head straight as I was on the way to the theater for tonights performance. The play was a huge success which was hardly a surprise to me. It was the best thing I had ever read, even if it had been written by that beast Walter Mann, damn him to damnation. He had to be the most frustrating person I had ever met.