Desultory and Impulsive

Everyone would have to clean up after themselves because fuck that bullshit.
 
Cleaning the bathtub...

...I was struck by the randomly reoccurring fantasy of taking a bath with her.

Both of us facing eachother
Submerged up to our chins in hot water
Our naked legs straddling the others

Soft swirling sounds of water

Looking at her eyes
--her lips

Relaxed by her company.
 
What I should have done was ask her in response "and how attractive am I on paper? My educational pedigree? My vocation? My annual income?" That's how I should have replied. But I was horny. And I replied to her expressing such the feelings I had for her. A grave error on my part

But then... would that have been any better. It's difficult to tell regarding matters of what one wants to be told when perhaps all that they wanted was someone to listen to them.
 
I wasn't thanking you.

You; alone, are not the sole architect of this haven that was created.
 
Sometimes
I'm given a chance and reason
To clean up and be presentable.

It doesn't happen often
But when it does
It feels nice.
 
It looks pretty nice as well.
Good to see you back here.

Thank you.
We got to hangout with a small group of really close friends we had since moved away from. It was really nice and got to meet some new friends as well this weekend.

Having not been around people and isolated by the way of rural living I was feeling equal parts awkward, anxious, and feral.
 
So, I went on a date last night with a girl from the zoo.

It went great - she’s a keeper!

;)
 
Sometimes
I'm given a chance and reason
To clean up and be presentable.

It doesn't happen often
But when it does
It feels nice.

Makes ya feel like a different person, eh? Dressing up, putting on make up, doing my hair.. it feels like I'm putting a costume on.. it's nice, but not me.

And hiya, long time no see.
 
So, I went on a date last night with a girl from the zoo.

It went great - she’s a keeper!

;)

I honestly cannot think of a better person to go clam digging with than a woman from the zoo. I know it's a generalization but they strike me quite skillful in that area.
 
Makes ya feel like a different person, eh? Dressing up, putting on make up, doing my hair.. it feels like I'm putting a costume on.. it's nice, but not me.

And hiya, long time no see.

Yeah it does!

Makes me feel all smart, successful, and full of ideas that people want to hear about and actually matter.
 
I am drunk.
My emotions are not.

Feeling her in my arms again... I have missed her so much.

She truly is light to my darkness

A butterfly in my field of wheat



I never
Ever want to lose her again.
 
Well...shit.

It ate my post, too. Glad I hadn't deleted the pic from my phone yet.

That's what sucks about being such an in-the-moment stream-of-conscious type of word vomiter.

What gets written gets written right then and there.

Can't tell you how many bullshit diatribes have been lost through the years to an errant phone drop or click back.

All well. At least you and a select few of others quick on the draw got to read it.
 
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