I pull the covers up higher, until I am one with the cotton.
We are the same temperature, and share the same scent.
I can melt into my mattress.
My fibrous being is light and pliable.
Blow me away like dandelion clocks.
I will carry your wish for you.
I didn't want to get out of bed this morning. When do I ever really? But duty called. So I drowned my irritability in a bacon, egg, and cheese bagel sandwich.
I'm not really irritable, that is just a good excuse. I was starving and craving grease.
Work has finally quieted down, so I am being bad and blogging.
It's "Spring Break" pharmacy right now. Yahoo Music rocks. When was the last time you heard "Love Rollercoaster?"
One of my co-workers asked what the "theme" of my blog was; what was it about?
I was at a loss for words, when my other co-workers (who reads me! Whee!) muttered, "Seinfeld".
That is it. SO it. It's a blog about nothing. But aren't most blogs?
On my way in, I was listening to the soundrack to "Chicago" and singing the CZJ part at full voice thinking, "man I want to karaoke again, this song would kick ass." It then struck me, I really am such an attention whore. Granted this is not news really. I don't think I'm one of those obnoxious narcissists though, since I do have a lot of friends who love me, and I would hope if they thought I was a pain-in-the-ass-shit they'd tell me. And Jobee you be quiet. :p
I just love to entertain people, be it singing, blogging, cooking for them, regaling them with stories, doing a striptease to Robert Palmer's "Addicted to Love"(---in the privacy of my own home for an exclusive audience mind you... I think that is my calling. I am most happy when I am making others happy. Though I wonder, some might say I just get off on all the attention. Doesn't everyone like affirmation and attention though? Seriously. It's not like I walk around at a party going, "Hey! You're not paying attention to me dammit!"
Not that I go to many parties. Which is too bad, because hubby and I are often the life of the party. No really.
Nancy, I freaking love "Wait, Wait Don't Tell Me!" I download the podcast for my walks. I *heart* NPR, it's like my best friend. The things we have in common are starting to frighten me. Just kidding.
mykl jon, I am so glad you came by. :)
Ciao bellas.
If you want to read something else I wrote, I published it to Gather.
I think I need to stop being long winded now.
ETA: AAAAH. We just got a leech delivery!
4 comments:
I hope you got to sleep in today! Or at least have another bellyful of yummy grease-stuffs.
your opening was lovely...
Hey Toots.
Incredibly kind of you to stop by my humble blog. I hope it was an enlightening experience.
We would indeed laugh at the overt underwear on show. But I hate all thongs I have to say. Give me some mystery for God's sake.
There's a girl at work whose arse crack I have to contemplate each day for this very reason. It's just awful. I want to cut the fucking thing off.
Hmm, I clearly have some anger issues here. Good good.
Anyway, this was supposed to be about you. Ahem. I enjoyed my first look (I know, I should have visited earlier, you know how it is...I'd have to get a 'sitter, the cat needs its eye drops etc.) at your blog, keep it up.
Your little poem did blow me away like dandelion clocks.
Very nice! I have to remember to squirt out more poetry at my place. It's beginning to look like a man's house decorated with plaid and antlers.
I'll have to check out "Gather"... whatever that is.
mykl
Lisa, your comment confused me until I noticed I forgot to change the date on my post, I put the poem up there yesterday and saved it to draft, LOL I'll have to fix that.
Lazy, I'm so glad you came by. Such a wonderful consortium of prosaic prose composers we are forming. Do you ever use the word "randy?"
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