Thursday, May 7, 2009

They call me mellow yellow

Okay, no one calls me that.

No one ever has, and no one ever will. The only time I'm even remotely close to mellow is when I drink Shiraz on an empty stomach or when I'm fast asleep. The rest of the time I'm about as far from mellow as a person can be without needing medication for the complete absence of mellow-osity.

But this motif is yellow and the quiet evening stroll I took with My Beloved has me feeling about as mellow as I can possible feel while also being sober and conscious, so I thought the title worked.

May 7, 2009

I envy the mellow-minded among us. I do. If I knew how, I'd join your ranks in a heartbeat.

In the meantime I'll just continue to keep lots of Shiraz on hand.

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