A Journal of Sorts
"every time I look in my past I always wish I was there I wish my youth would forever last why are these times so unfair" ~ Green Day ~ want to join my pity party there's room for one more sit right down and be a smarty show me to the door sure enough, I'd be the one thrown out of my own pity party for pucking in the punch or some such alliteration... or creative mispelling, even... but that's another story... a little time for me and I'm doing the dishes piled up for at least a week... none are mine, I wash as I go when I am visiting... but the roaches are getting bad and health is going down around here so I figured I'd pitch in and maybe be a good influence... I buy fruits and veggies, but all they want to eat is meat... alas, Americans (gotta smile to keep from crying) J throwing down challenges left and right it's a wonder I don't start to fight maybe that's why I stay away I'm in no mood to start today but it works for my needs today (who me, have needs?... only cuz I want them) J so ok, I've been working so much I don't have time to think or feel much, no less write about it or update worklife... and still the little time I have for writing comes here and other areas of the gardens cuz the hunger grows... so I've reached out in some more groups and some of the fruits of that have become part of this web world in Letters to Strangers basically because writing to online groups is imagining people out there might care and want to be friends but essentially, they are strangers... like strangers are friends waiting to me met, wanting to be met, and willing to be met, ya know? J so how are you? J |
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