today

weekdays without clients:

wake- up… check.
pack kid lunch… check.
drop-off… check.
go home and have breakfast with mine (when he does)… check.
see mine go off to work… check.
check e-mails… check.
write a blog on the site… check (sometimes).
clean (either dust, vacuum, organize, bills,)… check
treadmill or gym… check (sometimes).
laundry… check.
pick-up the kid… check.
homework… check.
dinner… check.
have him shower… check.
tuck into bed… check.
husband comes home… check.
argue or hang out… check.

With clients:
All of the above with 5 hours blocked out for work.

now… How the hell do I get so bored?

glass full

the glass
is so full
of
disappointments
sometimes
innit?

and then you drink
it all and have another…

like Forrest’s chocolates;
you never really know
what’s next.

misunderstood

the problem with writing
is that you can easily be
misunderstood
for most people don’t get
that some writers are

just

documenting
moments.

moments that happen
and then go away.
unlike words…

typed out to
permanently
represent
the writer…

frosted

flakes.

i moved mid-west
just slightly over
a year ago.

and i’ve learned that
what it comes down to is
no matter how much you
flutter
and float
little social butterfly…

you are alone.

i’ve learned that making
“friends” means that
you dial calls
to voicemail greetings,
leave a message,
then (basically never) get
a call back.

now that i’m out here
i’ve learned
who my friends are.

bitter?
no.

i just get it now.

people are full of shit.

jalouxy speaking

i love my man.
he drives me crazy.
ok i drive him crazy too.

women love him.
they go crazy.
for him.
really.

and he doesn’t
even try.

oh sigh.

thank god he’s all mine
bitches.

discovery

to LOVE
what you
do
n o t
understand

is to live a life
of new discoveries

sex

it’s more of a silly dance
than a romantic
or glorious
thing
you
know?

even when you try to
be romantic
it’s funny…

think…
backs arched
moans loud
sweat drippy
skin sticky…
it’s funny.

romance is unnaturale
and made up
from the hormones
created by new feelings…
a spark…
once the feelings
are set like routine
there’s nothing new
to spark
what’s inside

it’s there
still just as
strong
(if not stronger)
just no spark.

so like drugs…
people are addicted
to this feeling of
romance
while
romancing
or being
or even just wanting
to be romanced…

it’s silly.
but real.
for men
and women
alike.

it’s candy.
bad for you
but tastes
so good.

fools

all of the best writing
is about fools.

movie fools
song fools
poetry fools
novel fools
talking story fools

you and i
are all fools
in love
in hate
insanity
in here
right now

we all make choices…
foolish ones…
good ones just to
avoid the foolish ones…

it’s silly you see?

it’s all so human to feel
so imperfect.

without this feeling,
of feeling so foolish,
we would all stop
trying to live
this day after
the next…

pursuing
that simple yet
complicated
peace of mind

shortage

Some things are like
getting home and finding out
that you were shorted
on change at the
liquor store counter.

the pain

the best shit comes from the gut.

the same goes for writing.

in heart wrenching
mind blowing
painfully
yours truly
types of piece
after piece.

He left her or
she left him then
they’re together
but better off
miles apart
with the lack of
what used to be.

and in the end
starting the new
beginning…
it’s all a wrap
as another story
starts to tell.

drama is a million
dollar business.
it’s spice for those
who don’t have any flavor of their own.
it’s music
movies
magazines
conversation…
something to whisper about.

everyone
needs a secret
to keep
(or share)
depending on the kind of
person you are.

some people,
dramatic people,
liars,
attention whoores,
just plain whoores,
cheaters,
the emotional…

all just want to be part
of a story because
little do they know
or see how
they, in fact, already
are

part
of
a
good
story.