Random Thoughts  

rm_truedom2 57M
323 posts
4/18/2006 4:03 am

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5/29/2006 12:59 pm

Random Thoughts

A small child asked his businessman Father if he made anything at work and the father replied "why yes son I do make something, I make deals.
I have a busy day today....and tomorrow.
I'm going to make a few "Deals"

I have a cat that is more like a dog. Will not "go" in the litter box. Has to go outside.
Expects ice water in her water dish (and gets it)
She also "talks to me in the morning. Says I love you so now pet me. I have no faults to her, she accepts me for who I am, and has never once asked me to change. She loves my dry wit and puts up with all of my moods.

I sent an e-mail to someone the other day and used some of that "dry" wit. I was real proud of my self. Was just trying to be funny. I said "so tell me a little about yourself....likes, dislikes, dreams...how many bodies you have buried in the backyard". I think it scared the crap out of her.
Note to self: develop better social skills!

The ex called yesterday. She cried. I stood my ground. I even went off on her a little. (I couldn't help but be a little offended by losing to a wine glass.) I said I would assist her in getting any help she wanted. Still felt like shit afterwords.

Went to bed early....couldn't sleep. I must have woke up four or five times last night.I'm thankful for coffee.

Today is going to be a good day!

I feel good!
I feel fine!
I feel this way all the time!


Fox4aKnight1 44F

4/19/2006 3:45 am

Cats are very demanding..... but can be also very cool *G*

imboredinmo 50F
4 posts
4/21/2006 4:54 am

Your cat must be my cat's sister... amazing

I have just one body buried in the backyard... it was the person who wouldn't laugh at my jokes.

rm_truedom2 replies on 4/21/2006 11:08 am:

imboredinmo 50F
4 posts
5/21/2006 5:55 am

Here's some of my recent work written on a sleepless night

Sharp, burning shards
rip into my heart
the life desire draining
nothing remaining
Cold fingers grasping
sobbing. . . then gasping
praying last breath
praying peace in death
. . . only getting more of the same


Walking alone in the whispering field
Trying to ignore their voices
Sun's warmth drying the tears as they flow
But not blocking the mind's triple feature
film that runs. . . runs. . .
Good memories turned bad

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