i'm not ready for this sorta' thing
listening to the counting crows while birds sing softly outside my window. awaiting my mom's arrival, she brings groceries to us broke children. how kind. after her departure i must call work to notify them that i am feeling better and will be back at work on tuesday. as for today, the cold lingers and my body aches. but i think i'm going to take a long walk around the neighborhood anyway...or maybe at a park...i need some outside time. the kitties run a muck, always, frankenstein is in heat again. she chirps and begs at maverick. yet he saunters over slowly to bite her on the spine, obviously no sexual interest...but still she begs. reminds of people i know...i shouldn't go there.
bacon and eggs for breakfast, the scent lingers in the air...but my better half has already departed to the skate shop his full-time employer now. the weekend was awkward, not only with my illness but with strangers and past lives...regression. i can't get over something and it kills me softly. time passes too slowly when i want it to flee.
i've been writing in my new journal, one i received for my birthday...my birthday that was amazing and yet only one actually made me a homemade card (thank you rob)
the day calls and counting crows asks me to dance away the blues.
bacon and eggs for breakfast, the scent lingers in the air...but my better half has already departed to the skate shop his full-time employer now. the weekend was awkward, not only with my illness but with strangers and past lives...regression. i can't get over something and it kills me softly. time passes too slowly when i want it to flee.
i've been writing in my new journal, one i received for my birthday...my birthday that was amazing and yet only one actually made me a homemade card (thank you rob)
the day calls and counting crows asks me to dance away the blues.