Mentally Replaying: "Tarbelly and Featherfoot" a Victoria Williams song redone by somebody for Sweet Relief


I had something to say but by the time I got to this sentence after setting up everything above and a group entry I've quite forgotten it.


I may have been about to lamment about not having people to confide in, but I'm sure I had a clever way of phrasing it. Better than just saying "I don't feel like I can confide in anyone."

Actually, I think it may have had to do with being frustrated at my indecision and my lack of avenues for advice. I don't have anyone around to really give me the sort of advice that I give other people so that I can then willfully ignore it the way other people love to ignore my advice.

Of course way deep down I don't want advice I want someone else to make a decision for me, and want the decision to come in a way where I get everything to turn out exactly in a way that means I get everything the way I want it and no one gets hurt.

and I'd like a million dollars with that. Ooh, and a pony too. Musn't forget the pony. It's very important.