I’m in a lull.
It’s kind of dull.
And the poems suck
So who gives a f*@k?
When I started my blog, I wanted to write something every weekday. I could fill up empty space at first with all the (tenaciously un-publishable) poetry I have written over the years. But, I just don’t think I have all that much to say. Day in and day out.
Sometimes something flares up, and I have plenty to say; otherwise I’m a pretty boring gal. (Like who says, “gal?”) One time I told my hair stylist that I thought my regular hairstyle was boring. He said, “We like to call it classic.”
Indeed, it might be a point of perception.
I’m going to give it some thought. Another goal was to write every weekday for a year. I’d like to hit that mark, but not with just nonsense filler.
I’m pretty sure “-” will rear his head again and then we’ll have something to talk about. He’s starting his new job today, the one that will cover us for health insurance, and the one he will not tell me the name. Of. I guess that’s for lawyers to find out. My advice to him was to try harder this time to not to sleep with a co-worker.