A softer side of me on a fine Tuesday evening.
And so my sales coach said to me, on the topic of painful memories, that maybe five years down the road I'd be in therapy. I believe her pain comes from a failed marriage and many things, but mine was a discussion of the fate filled irony that a year to date from my father's passing I found a life beyond a passing atrophy.
Then I drove home in my new jeep! Stick is a pain on 95 but somehow I felt alive. I haven't felt stressed or upset in some time, except that night where I first tried replacing my cloth top and not one damn step did I do right! Ever try taking the last step first, and not find out until your about to burst?
Saturday past I moved my friend Brandon to New York on 11th ave, saw the city and came back in time to photograph sexy women who insisted I walk from bar to bar with them as they tasted wines, at the wine tastings held on main street. Check the Newark Post on Friday, could have had the one girl, she loved my jacket, but somehow John Mason's seemed more appealing and I'm open but not in the market.
JM says I change around Julie, my sarcasm flares... But the evening he was referring found me tired and bitchy as she arrived. And Julie and I are fiesty sometimes. Sticking by my opinions lately, I still think Indian Jones beats the Star Wars trilogy. My back hurts from sitting at computers constantly, and the Alchemist is the book of my choice lately! I wish I had more time for Kristin, Sue and many other people; and stitches for all the broken happy endings so many around me envision constantly. And I appreciate JM for his will of individuality even if he does let the box office decide some of his opinions on movies, he is in a way an inspiration to me.
I feel the proper end to this is The End... but this is only something I just did... Because I felt the words coming, and my fingers said "do this." I haven't seen the sunset in some time, and I've just been distracted by it... My hands are willing to ride the shoulders that belong to my eyes, and my eyes are being stolen by the fading sun and the night rise... So empty page that I gave life, I bid you goodnight!
Then I drove home in my new jeep! Stick is a pain on 95 but somehow I felt alive. I haven't felt stressed or upset in some time, except that night where I first tried replacing my cloth top and not one damn step did I do right! Ever try taking the last step first, and not find out until your about to burst?
Saturday past I moved my friend Brandon to New York on 11th ave, saw the city and came back in time to photograph sexy women who insisted I walk from bar to bar with them as they tasted wines, at the wine tastings held on main street. Check the Newark Post on Friday, could have had the one girl, she loved my jacket, but somehow John Mason's seemed more appealing and I'm open but not in the market.
JM says I change around Julie, my sarcasm flares... But the evening he was referring found me tired and bitchy as she arrived. And Julie and I are fiesty sometimes. Sticking by my opinions lately, I still think Indian Jones beats the Star Wars trilogy. My back hurts from sitting at computers constantly, and the Alchemist is the book of my choice lately! I wish I had more time for Kristin, Sue and many other people; and stitches for all the broken happy endings so many around me envision constantly. And I appreciate JM for his will of individuality even if he does let the box office decide some of his opinions on movies, he is in a way an inspiration to me.
I feel the proper end to this is The End... but this is only something I just did... Because I felt the words coming, and my fingers said "do this." I haven't seen the sunset in some time, and I've just been distracted by it... My hands are willing to ride the shoulders that belong to my eyes, and my eyes are being stolen by the fading sun and the night rise... So empty page that I gave life, I bid you goodnight!