In the immortal words of Tom Petty, “some days are diamonds; some days are rocks.”
Regular visitors to this blog (holla, homies) know that this has been one lashing month of losses. But all kidding aside, I’m not being entirely fair to September. A month is more than its lowest points. September wasn’t only responsible for goodbyes and the song Anaconda — it also gave us sunflowers and honey-colored fields and, and…
Banished to Ringworm: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO ONE. (Trying to banish yourself into Ringworm? You shall not pass.)
And, now, a rhythmic interlude, courtesy of staff members who shall remain anonymous to protect the extremely-white, but whose names may rhyme with Zess (v. 1) and Ronathan (v.2):
“My name is Henrietta, and I’m here to say.
I got cleared from Ringworm today.
I’m staying in Quarantine until I get a dental.
Please visit me before I go mental.
“There once was a girl named Henrietta,
against Associates she had a vendetta.
But one she was cleared, we all found it weird,
that she seemed to like us much betta’.”
(And in case you wondered, yes; that is how you rap in rural New Jersey.)
As we know all too well, September also gave us…
OK, September — you’re not a total instance of excrement. But even so, here’s to an easier October, radical with joy.
*Yes, Mr. Petty, I know you’d like to use this line in a future song. You are welcome to do so. I only ask $100,000,000, payable to Tabby’s Place: a Cat Sanctuary. The waiting is the hardest part. Thanks. XO
Photo credits from de top: Mark, Jess B, Mark.