Nope.
I’m going through my old draft folder. I keep accidentally publishing them, and have deleted several but then wanted the draft of one, so I’m just gonna leave them on here. Just ignore all the new posts. It’s house-cleaning.
Maybe ‘Dear ….’ or ‘My love’
But I always start with ‘Hi’.
Which makes it confusing to differentiate, but that’s our reset.
“Hi”
If you were the desert I would be a bloom, coming up for the storm rains of your smile, remaining the rest of the time a curled up secret, a seed germinating for that one [...]
So you call yourself a liberal. Food for thought:
Graphologists disclosed some of the traits that voters could expect from the presidential candidates, but they didn’t mention on the major websites that according to the curlicues on his esses, Obama likely favors the missionary position twice a week.
McCain, on the other hand, has the kinky big [...]
It has been suggested that the majority of weebles don’t actually like kitschy frippery, and would prefer literary offerings to muppet sex and cutesy rubbish.
Fortunately, this clarion call of madness went ignored.
Please to enjoy, more drek.
It’s sun. Sun, sun, sun. There were stars last night, and the night before.
I love this time of year. Love. Love-love.
The sing-songy thing has been happening in my head, I don’t know if it’s a cultural thing I heard on t.v. or if I’m simply regressing, but when I dislike something, a voice in my [...]
hi
I’m awake. Sorta.
I’m a pretty staunch believer in a few of the old proverbial wisdoms. These little gems tend to ring true for me:
1. He without sin may cast the first stone.
2. To thine own self be true.
3. Fuck ‘em if they cant take a joke.
Tomorrow Sierra leaves for a week with the Grands. Reno. Nevada. I recall a similar trip around her age. I guess that’s sort of what my family does.
We love to gamble.
I love to gamble. I think if I ever made enough money to spend serious money at gambling, I’d probably need to enter one of [...]
I’ve decided to turn this into an ‘All Sex, All the Time’ Smut Blog featuring muppets in compromising positions and extemely off-color jokes about men who love unicorns, not wisely, but all too well.
What, you don’t think I’m serious?
Try me.
And with a tired look
I turned to better ideas
rolling up my sleeves with
infinitesimal care.
Nothing is more than a dull throb
on Tuesday morning.
Rise. Wash. Eat.
The triumph is in base mastery
over raw material.
The alternative?
If I should sit, silent, waiting
one minute more,
what should become of me?
I mark this thought passing
as it comes with shuffle feet and wanders by.
Could [...]
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