Dear Universe,
When I said "Be not content" all I meant was that I had ants in my pants over a guy I like. You know, a little tristesse, possibly some moody gazing out of a rainswept window and Norah Jones on repeat for a few days. Bittersweet stuff like that. I didn't mean that I wanted my world to collapse around my ears!
Universe, since I wrote my last post, I have had uninsured soap supplies stolen from outside my house, our big craft fair has been cancelled, and now, to top it off, it seems that I am on a month's notice in my house. Me. One month's notice. What the fuck?!
So you see, dear, literal universe, you have to take what I say with a pinch of salt. You know what is best for me, and clearly I don't. So when I make silly requests, please use your judgement and just ignore the bad ones.
Please?
P.S. If you can see your way clear to sorting out the romance stuff though, that would be nice. Ta.
