Met Rina today, at the bus stop outside her house. Caught up on things, exchanged stuff. Enjoyed myself. Abit short a meeting though.
Bought a nice notebook afterwards.
Maybe it's just a joyride. But i'm sticking around a tad longer.
Like all joyrides, they get you no where.
History repeats it seems. Bad luck has no bounds. An eye candy for a roadblock, not just once it has occurred. I am, how do you say, pulled down?
If we could all just have fun in the lawn & then laugh it off like it never happened.