The Week In Pictures (TWIP)

TWIP. That's the new thing. Or my new thing. Whatever. I do what I want. You're not the boss of me.




You get what you see. And I say what I feel.

Sleepy.

Purely.
Utterly.
Exhausted.

By 9pm I am hardly able to speak or hold my eyes open.

Something has to give.

Aching

Touch me.
My skin lays waiting.
Caress me.
My heart needs to know
a touch.

Emotions are empty.
They lack depth.
Silence is befitting.


My inner dreamer
wanst to know a
love
with
butterflies.

I'm aching.

Letter to Myself

Where did you go?
It seems like it's been forever.
I haven't seen you around.
That wild girl I used to know
has disappeared.

I know that life changes,
we grow up.
But growing up
doesn't have to mean giving up.

I know she's in there.
Dying to bust out and dance.
Dreaming of the day you let her out
to show off again.

Let yourself shine.
Stop blowing out your candle.
Be yourself.

Let her go.
Stop holding her back.

What The EFF Friday?

I need a drink. That is all really. I need something to make this day better.

As it stands right now, I want to face stomp or throat punch someone.

And rumor has it, traffic is a holy nightmare. I mean, after it taking me 3.5 hours to get home from work last night, the last thing I need to do is do it all over again today.

What the EFF Friday?

Hello August

Let's hope that you don't act up like your friend July. I've had about enough.

I am exhausted. We drove over 900 miles to Illinois last Sunday, then we drove almost another 900 to Florida on Tuesday. Then we drove from Florida to Virginia this morning (another almost 900 miles). I made it just in time to hope on my charter bus to go to work.

A wedding and a funeral in the same week. *Sigh*. We were able to meet some amazing new friends and spend time with old friends and family. All in all, it was a great time.

Now I am -40 hours of vacation time though. Ack. Guess I won't be going anywhere anytime soon.

Here's to August.