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!

bullshit!

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:
LMFAO!

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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