Where it goes, it goes

There's no Tahoma. There's no more "let's." I wish I had a digital camera to liven this up. But the last one I bought I gave as a gift to someone who I'm sure couldn't have given three shits, but I did cuz they had said they wanted it. It's amazing. All the things they wanted and advertised... and in the end lied about for over two years. Where it goes, it goes. I'm okay. I just wish it were ten months from now. No. I wish it were six years ago and I had bifurcated differently. But where it went, it went... and as it stands, I'm ready to follow the flow (or whatever other crap daytime TV suggests). I really do wish there was Tahoma.