Im so tired, Im dizzy, no amount of coffee can revive this biddys ( spellcheck must know me because when I first typed body--it changed it to biddy, at least it didnt put old in front of it) body and mind that has been sleep deprived for days. I have though, decided the only times I will wear white is on Labor Day, after Labor Day or before Labor Day--think about that one, it wont matter to many anyways because only old people, like me know what thats all about anyway. Bob Dylan is rattling around my head, because Ive been watching no direction home as of late. I love the way he spewed random thoughts, sometimes unrelated, sometimes related and strummed a guitar and sang in a nasally voice and we all love him and call him a poet. I hate that when I try that everyone throws rotten fruit and vegetables at me and calls me ready to be committed. Does that mean Im finally ready for a long term relationship? I actually have adopted his gravelly voice as of late, probably because I smoked cigarettes for a time and have ruined my vocal cords. Oh well, they werent that great to begin with. Sounds like poetry to me!
Posted on: Mon, 01 Sep 2014 12:09:55 +0000
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