Things of Great Importance

I just found an a journal of mine from a few years ago.

There is only one entry:

"Vince tells me that his egg salad is too eggy"

UNCONSCIONABLE

I have been thinking.....
A: ALL LOVE IS TRAGEDY
B: I want to try out for a play.
C: ALL LIFE IS TRAGEDY
D: It's time for me to think about taking a burlesque class.

Now, I recognize from tragedy can come happy endings, however... it seems at some point there has to be a tragic flaw or miscalculation that occurs. What happens afterwards... now that's another story... for every yin there is a...... yang?

I've been having a lot of fantasies about THE BIG CITY. Want to come?