So I’m exhausted from leaving May baskets at all of your doors, ringing the bell, and then running away. You didn’t get your basket? Well I blame it on your neighbors, no wait I blame it on the bossa nova. In fact I blame everything on the bossa nova from now on.
I suppose tonight I have to go to the gentlemen’s clubs and do some May pole dancing. That should close them up for good.
Have you ever just kind of not cared about anything. That’s how I feel today. I really don’t like this feeling. It makes me want to lay on the couch and do nothing but wallow. I can be a good little wallower too. But I think I’ll just skip wallowing today and go do something, anything — like the bossa nova (the dance of love).