(with apologies to Devon)
March is sliding into April. I’m pointing that out, because clearly I’ve been holding on to hope. But now I’m officially voicing a complaint. I don’t know if it’s because I wore a flaming pink scarf on New Year’s Eve (and I never wear neon colors), you saw our giddy heights around Jan. 20th, maybe it’s the pleasure I had several weekends ago with my friends at a concert or recently in Miami. Regardless, there seems to be a universal gloom and crankiness about you. People are depressed. My friends’ health issues and my own scares are alarming and exhausting. The financial tatters that the world is clinging to is causing winkles around normally smiling mouths. There is a tightness in everyone’s eyes that makes me hurt on the inside.
So what is up? What is it you want? A little recognition? In American history, you’re already going to go down as the year of change. I mean, that’s big stuff right there. And personally, there is so much potential for you. Travel. Steady income. I mean, you and I could have a lot of fun while you are around. Can you ease up a bit? Because lately, you really have been a bit of a killjoy and insomnia inducing. And that’s cutting into my positive energy I’m trying to emit. Consider my appeal and call me when you’re ready to have some fun.