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Meh. Fuck it.

22Jun09

Sometimes I think that the best option to continue living is to withdraw from other people completely. That is how I’ve been feeling for almost a week now. I don’t know why I get this feeling. Are people being too demanding on me by wanting to hang out all the time? Because if that is [...]


Tweakers

20Apr09

You’ve become this thing. This thing that I know. And I know it pretty well. Which means you didn’t become anything, you just tweaked yourself. For the past few years I thought you were different, unreachable and untouchable, but I was wrong. You’ve been here, just as you were there, only now you’re not mine. [...]


Your lips on my forehead,
And I’ve got that twitterpatted,
love-sick,
butterflies
feeling.
Your fingers tips on my hips,
And I’ve got that sweat-filled,
hormones-raging,
orgasmically blissful
feeling.
A Goodbye hug in your driveway
And I’ve got that heartache,
hold-back-tears,
sorrowful
feeling.
You’re more amazing than I ever realized
and I’m just waiting for you to feel it too.


ON TOP OF SPAGHETTI
On top of spaghetti,
All covered with cheese,
I lost my poor meatball,
When somebody sneezed.
It rolled off the table,
And on to the floor,
And then my poor meatball,
Rolled out of the door.
It rolled in the garden,
And under a bush,
And then my poor meatball,
Was nothing but mush.
The mush was as tasty
As tasty could be,
And then the [...]


5.March.2009.

05Mar09

I think I’m understimulated, physically. I need to be touched more, hugged more, kissed more. I’m not talking sexually, because (not to be egotistical) I can get that any ol’ time I feel like it. I just need more loving, physically. I think maybe that’s the most important part of human interaction… maybe.


Tonight

01Feb09

Let’s remember this night. Let’s remember it for it’s glory and lack of shadow. We’ll remember because I’m too drunk to type and too drunk to type and too drunk to know how to be a lady. But I am a lady. We’ll remember tonight because I came home alone and didn’t want to. [...]


If he gets it,
Then that’s his business.
And If he doesn’t,
Well, then it’s still mine.


Icy chills roll down my back as a breeze blows over my face. My leather purse flaps against my hip and I roll my eyes. I can hear my keys rattling and my empty wallet slap my camera. I reach for my phone.
“Thank God today was sunny at least!” I think, as he swears at [...]


the do’s and don’t of love…
don’t tell me what to do
about the current pickle I’m in.
Three options: door one, door two, door leave.
The tossing and turning
leave me with a yearning,
Love him, Leave him,
Go out on a limb.
When it rained, it poured,
the old man snored.
I went to bed
the boys bumped my head
Now I’ll never see morning.


The political junkie in me just wanted to say, “Yay, Obama!”