Knock You Down.

Tell me now can I make it past my Caspers? I lied in that November 21 post, didn't I? I have to say, reciting something behind a laptop screen on a personal blog is much easier than making sure it comes to fruition. How was I to expect myself to get over you so quickly? A robot I am not, I cannot just rewire my emotions. Otherwise, it would have been rather simple to avoid that pretty little missile that shot me out the sky. Boy, did she knock me down. I'm in the process of getting up, but what's next? For my best friends, it was 808s therapy or Dominican paradise. Dominican is out of the realm of monetary possibility and I doubt that 808s alone would be sufficient for me. It is a fundamental fact: When I fall, it all falls down. I mean, rather than reach a safe distance for that apple in the middle of the tree, I tend to reach for the top - the cream of the crop, the apple of my eye. Therefore, I'll have to flip the script a bit. Instead, I'll be the Man On The Moon listening to my 808s machine. Talk about having to carry the burden of a heavy heart. Alas, a long journey awaits. The Pursuit of Happiness is what I'll call it.