Little moments of joy and anger

Anger:

Alright. So aside from Hockey being a giant bitch yesterday, there was one other rather large flaw.  My ex texted me while he was heavily intoxicated.  It was not a ‘baby I want you back’ text.  More like an apology.  But none the less…  he texted again while sober to explain and intends on contacting me after my lovely spring break.

After everything he’s done… which includes, but is not limited to, lying about me, asking out my friend, spreading rumors, and general defacement of character, there is no forgiveness left in me.  I can forgive a lot of things, and I have.  BUT THIS TAKES THE FUCKING CAKE.  YOU HEAR ME ASSHOLE?

 

Joy:

There is in fact a brighter side to my day.  I found a great new k-cup in my kitchen called Butter Toffee Coffee.  It is so rich and creamy and delicious.  I also had a great shower, so now I smell delicious and everything is soft and smooth.  My cat spent the whole day with me.  I had a quiet evening and am just enjoying my day.  I’m writing.  I’m watching youtube videos.  It’s great.  I’ve got plans to go horseback later this week.  I get to see Pretty in Pink and Horsing Around as well.  and….

I GET TO VISIT  PRESCHOOLERS!!!!!!!!  This is what I am really truly excited for because I miss my kids so fucking much.

Alright, I need to go and write and then possible throw on jammies cause the boy is coming over and I want to be extra cute and soft all over.  🙂

Have an excellent evening ladies and gentlemen.  I’ll see if I can get a poem up soon.

You guys are amazing

Hi,

So my night just got strange.  I was feeling down (please don’t worry, nothing bad happened.  I am still happy, healthy and in love) and I went online to talk to a friend.

I came on here and found out that lots of people liked my poem and I have another follower, which makes for 69 ;P

It just…

It totally made my night.

Really and truly.

Thank you everyone.

 

Being here: a sensory approach

Can you see me?

With sleep tugging at my blue eyes

And water drying from newly washed hair?

Can you see the pajamas, blue and black,

Covered by your camo jacket?

Don’t I look cute?

 

Can you smell me?

I know it’s an odd question, but

My shampoo is coco butter and shea

my lotion is Paris Amour.

My teeth are minty fresh

Don’t I smell divine?

 

Can you hear me?

The high pitches sneezes

My elongated sighs

Those yawns that cause everyone to do the same

Cracks of muscles against bone

Don’t I sound sleepy?

 

Can you touch me?

With my skin all soft from the shower

My hair damp and thick

And my lips against yours

As we go to sleep.

Won’t you kiss me goodnight?

 

(Goodnight, goodnight.  Parting is such sweet sorrow.)

 

 

GOOD NEWS FOR AMY POND

THIS IS FANTASTIC! Amy Pond has just had something great happen!

No, we still don’t know what’s wrong with her.  She still isn’t feeling that great.

BUT SHE GOT ASKED OUT!

By this super cute guy and she’s super happy and super giggly.

IT’S GREAT!

Sunshine :)

Today is an amazing day.  NO, not because I woke up to my favorite person ever (although that does make any day wonderful).  Not because I got to eat at a diner and have great food.  Not because I watched a movie with a few friends, or because I”m actually being productive…

Today is a great day because it is sunny.

Sunshine is my best friend.  Thanks to seasonal depression, I am usually in a funk during the winter.  Well… with winter ending and the sun emerging, I can feel myself doing all that much better.  Today was warm and relatively sunny so I am super happy.

The sunshine is amazing.  I love it 🙂

Blogging from Places: Starbucks

Ah, I dos o love this place.  What place?  Starbucks.

Aside form the fact that the entire establishment smells of coffee and backed goods (two smells that I absolutely adore), it has some of my favorite drinks.  I know I’ve been cleared from my liver function tests, but I am concerned about a relapse since I haven’t been sleeping a lot.  Being in and out  of the ER and having my boy keep me up does not make for eight to ten hours of steady sleep.

Instead of my usual latte or mocha, I’ve got a mango smoothie.  It is fucking delicious.  It’s all fruit and protein powder and it makes me feel all good.  The only downside to this chilled drink is that if I take outside it’ll turn into a Popsicle.  It’s really good out and while many of my peers are choosing the warmer drinks, I like this.  It’s caffeine free and healthy.

Let’s see, on to other news…  Like I mentioned before, my liver function tests came back normal and therefore, I can engage in physical contact sports and activities, have caffeine, and alcohol.  Amy Pond is still in the hospital.  We do not know what is wrong wit her, we only know that she is miserable.  They’re running tests but nothing has come back.  I’m really worried about her.  It’s really scary.  I’m still writing in the story I mentioned, it went along with my muse poem.  It’s going slower, but it’s still moving.  I know I should edit (because my first drafts are usually so fucking wordy that I sit there with my red pen and go “how on earth did I write this?”), but I want to try and finis the second chapter before I do that.  Hopefully, I would finish the outlined chapters three and four before I started on edits, but I don’t know how well that would go.  Not that I don’t think I wouldn’t be able to write, it’s just getting to be that time of the semester when all my teachers dump work on my simultaneously.  Usually when that happens I stay awake at all hours and ignore everything, including my editing.  I am determined to get through this, at least through the rest of the chapter.  If I really want to edit after that, then I will.  Hopefully that will go alright….

On the list of things I need to do this weekend: text set, annotated bibliographies, worksheet for grading, reading response for math… Homework wise that is it I think.

OH!  So, my boy wasn’t in a great mood last night but he said he had a present for me.  I went and got it and it was necklace.  It’s pretty and sparkly and made of diamonds.  Not all made of diamonds, but just the charm.  🙂  He’s super nice like that.  🙂  He makes me feel very special (and not eat the paste special)

I think I need to try and finish this stupid kissing scene before I run to meet up with Mayzie la bird and … shit I don’t have a name for her!…. ummmmmm  The Jewelry Maker!  YES!

Don’t Forget To Be Awesome!

Story Time

So… I eventually went to bed around two in the morning last night.

My muse kept me awake.

I nearly tripled my word count in the span of about twelve hours.

I am tired, but more determined than ever to keep writing.

HOWEVER!

First, I have to get blood work and do a little shopping with mommy dear.

When I return, I’m going to write more in my story and write another post on here.  🙂

So tell me guys, what do you usually write about?  What inspires you?

My muse

My muse is going crazy

I’m writing like mad

I’m so fucking excited

I probably won’t stop

Until I literally fall asleep

On the worn out

burnt out keys

But still my muse

Will whisper in my ear

So my dreams are filled

With people, places

Events, brushes of palms

And once I wake

I keep writing

Begging that she stays

Marching into March

Despite the healing knife wound on my finger (damn you bagel knife) I am doing really well.  I slept really well last night and even went to be early!  No by choice, I was cuddling and I was really comfortable and content and all of a sudden it was eleven when I thought it had been nine.  Oh well.  I also just finished packaging up my paperwork for my admission into teaching and I give it in today and then I will be done with it forever.

Still writing from yesterday.  I’m hoping to finish up a chapter soon, maybe later today.  🙂

HAPPY MARCH 1ST EVERYONE!

Today seems to be going exceptionally well 🙂

Simple Sunday Comforts

Waking up early

Only to go back to sleep

Fruit, sweet tea

Despite a minor spill

Clean laundry to fold

A cat to pet, a book to read

My boy to cuddle and kiss

Sweat pants, sports bra, hair in a bun

Simple Sunday comforts

Come large and small

Simply to make my Sunday

Happy