Give me something light and refreshing
Another holiday come and gone. Empty dishes and [uncomfortably] full bellies are all that remain. It seems so appropriate that we have a holiay celebrating gluttony. I suppose that Christmas has fallen to a similar fate. Oui.
The house here in Arizona is beautiful. I feel like I should be on MTV wearing some kind of high heel, prancing around with a terrier and showing my "crib." My mom has a new Mercedes convertable to accompany her BMW. There's a pool with an island oasis out back and somewhere there is a secret safe that I am determined to find (for pleasure, not gold).
Aye me, I am happy for her. She has gotten what was desired and seems content and in love. I now have a second home here in Paradise Valley. Yay?
I am lonely. And not in the romantic sense though that is a void which has been empty for a while now (all evidence to the contrary.) I am lonely for someone to call on a thoughtful night. Someone I can speak to about my little observations and who understands...me, I suppose. The cliche here is so thick I want to take a shower. When will I find that person (or those people)? Am I really so different and alienated that real human connection is something rare and precious? A thing that I should covet and hold close? Yes, I am lonely though everywhere there are people. An unfortunate paradox.
You, yes you. You, that person I am looking for. Will you hurry up already?
The house here in Arizona is beautiful. I feel like I should be on MTV wearing some kind of high heel, prancing around with a terrier and showing my "crib." My mom has a new Mercedes convertable to accompany her BMW. There's a pool with an island oasis out back and somewhere there is a secret safe that I am determined to find (for pleasure, not gold).
Aye me, I am happy for her. She has gotten what was desired and seems content and in love. I now have a second home here in Paradise Valley. Yay?
I am lonely. And not in the romantic sense though that is a void which has been empty for a while now (all evidence to the contrary.) I am lonely for someone to call on a thoughtful night. Someone I can speak to about my little observations and who understands...me, I suppose. The cliche here is so thick I want to take a shower. When will I find that person (or those people)? Am I really so different and alienated that real human connection is something rare and precious? A thing that I should covet and hold close? Yes, I am lonely though everywhere there are people. An unfortunate paradox.
You, yes you. You, that person I am looking for. Will you hurry up already?