wishing for waves.

when life is getting too stressful and just can't take it, push play and escape!

rainy day

p.s. rent this movie!

p.s. I love you

it is really good. very sad. I wrote more and somehow i deleted it and now I don't feel like rewriting all of it.

i just spent time in the area walmart and everyone is spendin' their government check, yeee-haw, let's spend it all at the walmart on crap we don't need and have the cashier take stuff off the bill and out of the bag that we just bought so that we don't go over the limit and the girl behind us has already completely unloaded her cart so she is trapped. TRAPPED! No, no, I don't want that fugly red plastic purse, I changed my mind. Yeah, how much is that now. Hmmm, what else can I take away. I have all the time in the world la la la. GRRR! I have to learn to be patient with people, it just gets my blood boiling and it is definitely not worth it. I can honestly say I have never had a pleasant experience in the Walmart check out. I will never figure out why there are two lanes open when there are fifty registers. It wasn't even worth the effort to type the words. Who cares? Let us move on. . .senerity!

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Feeling lonely today.

My brother is in Kuwait.

My parents are in the Canadian Rockies.

My honey is at work.

Cares is in Ohio.

Struggling to break through the barrier to allow the creative energy to flow. I just went to the Carnegie Library. On one side of the street by the library, you can park for two hours and the minimum you pay is $2. On the other side of the street, the maximum you can park is for an hour and it is fifty cents. Guess which side I parked on and stayed for 10 minutes.

how often?

How often do things get left undone, due to laziness.
Piles of laundry.
Piles of bills.
Piles of dust.
How often are words left unsaid.
I'm sorry.
I love you.
Don't go.
How often do I zone out in front of the television, while time wastes away that should have been spent being productive, creative, useful?
How often do I spend money on "things" instead of saving for that dream vacation?
How often do I allow regret to consume me?
Guilt? Self loathing?
How often do I stop myself, and realize that beating myself up is not going to make anything better?
Often enough. . .

the road

Wondering where the road is going to lead. Not worried as much as just curious and hopeful. I am at a place in my life where I feel settled enough to actually focus on unleashing my creative energy. I am ready to plunge into writing and to discover the story that lies within me.