May 9 by The Running Son
OK. I had fun today. But I have been getting smart to something. I have to take care of myself. I could get all crazy with the fun to be had and the love, but poor cats and dogs (who are NEVER bad) must be better attended to.
Messy room. Damn. But wait, up on the horizon, a shadow, of good and clean things to come. My Ex. She’s coming. To rescue me from myself (did I say that, she’ll love THAT) … from my messy room, and un-kept hair and things. Crazy self-conscious profit-er you. Whew. not me. maybe.
OK. Break. Several hours at least. Di is coming to re scue me. (hehe)
Comments waiting, I know. But I had to do more writing of course, and I’m feeling a weee bit manicy. No worry. Taking care of myself.
Poetry is fun. I also have a art project to do.
Love you all. I do. Feelin all blueeeesy right now if you get me.
I’ll hang around for a few hours. If there are talkers out there wanting to
Walk-on in. Two feet. Two eyes. Whatever. There’s two hearts together when we meet.
J Almost forgot. I feel eternally off balance by NOT having time to come visit you followers. stay with me. 😉