Today I am having that pity party in my head, that requires me to push away the knowledge that I am fortunate to have the life I have relative to many others ... I am officially in my 'I wanna be rescued Disney Cinderella mode.'
Disclaimer: I am very sleep deprived. Likely I will read this later & think, what the hell was I thinking when I wrote this. ; /
Last night, a Texas Summer storm blew through Dallas & through the ears of a bunch of the residents in my loft. Reaction to the wind blowing through their ears, was much like how cats act ... Lots of racing around & howling ... ALL NIGHT LONG. This went on above me on my roof, until about 3am. Because I value my life & new car ... I chose to not confront the drunken residents. Once the nice policeman moves into his loft, I will become his best friend.
Meantime ... I need a man to RESCUE me. Not just need, WANT!!!
The Cinderella in me wants a Prince to show up at my door & proclaim that he will protect me. He will tell me that I will get lots of sleep from this day forward. He will slay all the dragons on my roof & wrap his arms around me each night as I sleep. Protect me! *sigh*
So if you know any available Princes please send them my way ... My email address can be found on the bottom right of my blog. Tell him my door, at the loft, is the one with the glass slipper graffitied on it & the magic words that will open my door are, "I will protect you."
.... Well, I gotta go & try to earn a living today & pretend that I am OK. Even closet Cinderellas have to face the harsh light of day as their Blackberrys boot up ... But one can dream or in my case pray!
Sleepy smooches,
The Tart
; *
Ps. Tell the Prince he can have complete control of the remote ... 24/7.
1 comments:
I forwarded your email address to that little purple guy, but he told me he isn't a Prince any more.
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