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Hey hey, Cinderella, what's the story all about
I got a funny feeling we missed a page or two somehow
Ohh-ohhhh, Cinderella, maybe you could help us out
Does the shoe fit you now
Through the years and the kids and the jobs
And the dreams that lost their way
Do you ever stop and wonder
Do you ever just wanna say
Hey hey, Cinderella, what's the story all about
I got a funny feeling we missed a page or two somehow
Ohh-ohhhh, Cinderella, maybe you could help us out
Does the shoe fit you now
We're older but no more the wise
We've learned the art of compromise
Sometimes we laugh, sometimes we cry
And sometimes we just break down
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new life in the air
2004-09-24 @ 9:41 a.m.
Rule #1. When getting onto the highway, DO NOT stop. You must move with the flow of traffic. Otherwise, the odds of a)me running my car up the tailpipe of your SUV or b)me giving you the finger, are pretty good. Thanks, you can now return to your normal driving activities. It's going to be one of those days, I can already feel it. Fall is in the air, and I'm ready. I get to be outside for a greater part of the afternoon doing some volenteer work at the Tri-State Fair. I can't wait. I love the smell of the fair. The food, the rides, and the mixture of people always makes me laugh. Pair that with the endless flow of music, and you've got one happy Meg. Scott called last night, I wasn't home, and thought seriously about not calling him back. In the end I did, and in the end, I got nothing from it. I didn't feel like talking to him, I didn't feel like he fit in my world last night. I've shared all my secrets with him, all but one, and that makes me feel very vulnerable to him. He kept asking me why I was so quiet, not silent, just quiet. I get that way when I've got a lot on my mind. My tone softens, I'm not as outgoing or flambouyant. I just don't know where he fits right now I guess. He travels, and really lives a pretty exciting life. My life, is exciting to me, but not to many other people. I mean, the most exciting thing that happened to me yesterday was watching Emma talk to someone, tell them a story, right from her pretty little head. Or watching the sunlight on her curls, or continually telling her to "Go to sleep right now! No, I am NOT a Taterhead! Caytiedid! GO TO SLEEP!" She's my life, and I don't have much else to say these days. I guess I just figure I bore him, so I don't say much of anything. There are new things going on in my life. My play opens in two weeks from today. I'm slowly becoming something else. Something, I can't describe just yet, but something that feels like... me. And for some reason, he's not the person I want to share it with. Wow, I didn't expect that to come out.
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