loudmouth

finally getting some rain here, & if all goes well, that will help break the heat. had become sick recently because of the high temps, & i'd vastly curtailed my normal activity, just to prevent a joyride to the local ER. anyway, i made the mistake of getting super-reflect-y, with the storm & piano music as background. as a consequence, i slipped into a mood. this is my best at digging out again.

sucker.

if you look up the word "gullible" in the dictionary, you'll find my picture next to it.

Gullible| Define Gullible at Dictionary.com

slayer

a powerful morning salvo has left my defenses in disarray.

thank God.

there are concrete dealbreakers, & then there's this.

i know many of you know this, but i think it bears repeating:

ladies, men are not DIY projects.

under the butterfly bush

i have no idea what i'm doing here. raptors aside, i've never been birds' biggest fan. i despise pigeons so much that sometimes (especially when they're sullying my car) i secretly want to punt those rats with wings. this morning's different though. i'm sitting on the grass in suburbia, inwardly rooting for a bird's survival.

love letter

dear xxxxxxx,
   i hate your face. goodbye forever.

sincerely,
me

hazard

a day comes along, & you're blind-sided. you are betrayed. you can never go back. your image of the person in whom you've so deeply believed--it's never the same. you can never get the answers you want nor find the closure you need. these are the risks of loving.