Waitin'

Lately I feel as if I'm just waiting...for something.
Something, some event, some crisis, some opportunity, or someone...what I'm waiting for, I couldn't tell you; I could never tell you.
It's one thing to wait, but then to not know what you're waiting for is even more frustrating.
But I don't know, counting the scuff marks in the ceiling isn't as bad as it sounds.

And waiting never hurt anybody.

Nobody's ever died from waiting, right?

Take a heavy stone rolling pin to a bag of Smarties and dish out some vanilla ice cream, and voila. (what is this, some kind of culinary delicacies blog?)