Oh, how I wish I could just meet Beethoven... so many things I yearn to ask him, but there is no such way to communicate with this dead man. I have so many statements, questions, and explanations to speak to him about, but I am fantasizing, and yet only a magical pony that had a colourful tail and orange wings that were as big as a human could do such a thing...
And if you know me, you know that I look exactly like that. So why can't I? Simple explanation, my fur is pink, not red... ?
Anyway, Hag Sameah and Shanah Tova! This week was Rosh Hashanah, and even though having a migraine in Shul and practically dying of boredom, I stood my ground, and stayed... Even though now I regret staying and having to listen to those little bratty children yelling and screaming as loud as they may, and hitting my chair with their prayer book, and yelling, "Meeyah Soy Soy!" What is that? Gibberish for I hate that girl so I am going to kill her with my loud existence? Probably, because it felt like that.
Even though I was once that age, I don't think I was that dumb and annoying... I knew the sentence, "I want to use the toilet so I won't have a tummy ache, Mummy!" And that would of been less annoying than, "Meeyah Soy Soy, Rabbi Soy Soy!" Oy and vey... Uh...
Any way, watching a George Clooney movie right now... Always a soap opera...
Got to leave now and probably treat this horrible migraine so...
Thanks for reading!
-Immortal Beloved<3
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