Once upon a time i went away to Paris, and when i came back there were all these ideas. Some of them were extravagant, like turning into a tutu wearing doll.... While others were simpler, like learning to sew dresses and baking cookies.... though i prefer garlic to chocolate, and not many women do....and they are right... in a way...
i decided that the thing i would hate most would be being president Bush's court composer...... then the crowd
chanted "Monarch for President!" and my brother got a kitten named Barsyk, a common cat name in Russia, like "spot" or "killer" for a dog..... but in NY it is exotic. Especially in the Bronx. Then i also have a new CD called "Songs". It is 12 songs that are just piano and voice, and they are black and white, like the cover photo, only quieter and more snowy...
Finally, a curtain specialist came to my house for a free consultation. He said that though my case is rather unique, he would open my left curtain for half the regular price... I shouldn't tell his boss, though, and i can throw in a cup of cranberry juice (he didn't sctually mention the cranberry juice, but i could see how his eyes yearned for it sliding over the bottle on the counter) so i though, who am i to refuse such an offer. What am i, a millionaire? so i took it, and lived happily. Ever. Catheter.
