Friday, October 18, 2013

You Know Blue Moon

Money is beyond tight.  I have yet to find a job.  And my car is quite literally coming apart at the seams: clogged air conditioning line, problems accelerating, check engine light flashing, a broken shifter, and my bumper is duct-taped to onto the frame.  Oh, and my great uncle died today.  Peachy.  The hits just keep on coming and I am left wondering at what point do I take to the streets and start screaming?  The human mind can only endure so many traumas, so says, Jasmine (see above), a woman who rambles nonsensically to herself and anyone who will listen, mumbling: "Blue moon was playing...you know blue moon."

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