So I just found out Elizabeth died and am, obviously sad about the another reminder that I'm this age and people I grew up loving are dropping like flies. (did I get that cliche right? I tend to get them mixed up.) it's the end of the world as I know it. Pop music has started sucking for me too. And I cling to the past just like those brave generations before me. I'm still not wise enough! I'm still so flawed. I killed all my thyme in warp speed. My herbal thyme is a metaphor for the real meaningful business of time. (I would actually call it accidental manslaughter or something to that affect.)
On a less heavy and sillier note, Blake texted me the news of Elizabeth's death like this, 'Elizabeth Taylor died'. But I didn't take it on it's literal meaning (or refused to believe it). I thought Blake was announcing the death of the little drama queen inside him. But then The View said something about Elizabeth Taylor and I realized I wasn't celebrating the death of a mellow dramatic superstar, but mourning it.
Here's a picture of me acting determined.
I'm trying to embrace the way I look since i'm a wise old woman now.
