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That I want to dance every night?
No, don’t go telling me that this is some phase that I’ll get over…..’cause that’s not gonna happen.
I can tell these things.
….and I don’t have a penis.
My work inbox:
"Tired of being ashamed of your penis size? Leave it for loser!"
"Change your life! Increase your phallus!"
"Is your penis size your only problem? MegaDik solves it just like that!"
"Big dick is not a dream anymore! Manster is your reality!"
"Ordinary men have ordinary sex. Megadik will make you an outstanding lover!"
"Prove your manliness! Take MegaDik and be a man!"
"Change your life! Increase your phallus!" (Yes, got this one twice.)
"Be a real man with a real penis!" (As opposed too?……)
*sighs*
These are the kind of things that make me really happy that I’m a girl.
*laughs*
Happy Friday!
i sit here gathering
all the bits and pieces
large and small
to the left and to the right
i scatter them across the floor
(for the table was too small)
and i keep looking
somehow i know
without it really making sense
can you see it?
it’s nearly emerged
and then…..
it sinks back beneath into the ether
Through the cornfield, where they cut the harvest path….
across the stream and on…
darkness falling around my heels…
the smoky moon hinting at the top of the trees
and the path kept opening into another path and another field
and so I kept running
past and through and with the deer
little crickets jumping from underneath my feet
and then I stood at the top of a sloping field and looked down the row of trees
and it looked as if I could go on forever…
entertwining through the haze
and I thought about going home
but I stepped forward again
and I started to really run…as if to fly
and I saw the moon
as if she was chasing me
and my feet stopped touching the ground
and I didnt’ feel a thing
and then I broke through the end of that field and there was an even larger one in front of me
barely visible anymore
with a coyote howling in the distance
and I looked back at the moon and asked her "Why?"
and she looked at me with her strange orange glow and said "You can’t run away from me."
and so I turned around and started for home
and I realized that no matter how far I run…..the walk back will be the same distance.
…there’s my red dress and my "Flogging Molly" cd.
(Just for you KT.)
(And if I knew how to do that cool little linky-thing here I’d do that too.)
or maybe it’s because summer is over.
or maybe it’s because I have jet lag.
or maybe it’s because I just have days like these…
but I could just crawl back into bed today…
and never, ever come out again.
or maybe I just need to paint some bleu horses…
either way, I’m wearing a very bright red lipstick today.
…do you think he might dance with me again?
It was only a few steps and a turn and yes, perhaps it was done in jest…
But still…
I find myself standing at the sink tearing apart a chicken to boil down into its parts…
Holding back the tears because…
I just want to roll back the carpet,
slip on my shoes,
and dance some more.
Do you think…
If I rolled back the carpet and wore my polka-dot dress….
?
ugh
ick
yuck
grrr
argh
ppbbttt!
:P
ew
are ya kidding me?
*sighs*
wearing my polka-dot dress today
and 3 inch open-toed cross-strapped shoes
(they’d be perfect if they were red)
hair is up
double-coat of mascara
keep reminding myself to breathe
it’s all just pebbles after all….
and yup, i can tell i’ve been gone for two weeks…
arghhhhh…..grrrrrrr…….*sighs*
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