I was picking dandelions from next doors backyard and thinking
love is not just Luke-warm organs grinding together,
or having somebody at the other end of a telephone line
approximately sixty nine percent of the time,
or lottery tickets and movie screens with a ring on a forth finger.
Love is a gasping-for-breath twenty thousand foot freefall,
or 120miles per hour on the motorway and four hours on an airplane
to see your smile, with my chest ripped open and neck cracking
more than usual. Love is hands on face on lips on cheeks,
love is on the inside of our eyelids, on the inside of our veins,
we can't dig deep enough to get at it wi
Christmas is just around the corner, and I'm gonna be so glad when it's over. Why? One, I'll have cool presents and two, I'll feel a lot less broke. Seriously, guys? Christmas is fucking expensive. Especially if you have more than family to shop for. Why oh why must I have friends?
Not that I'm complaining about the friends thing. Rob's in Canada and has asked me what I want this year, which makes me feel super-awesome. And my best friend is insinuating that I'm going to orgasm when I see what she got me. Since she knows me better than I know myself sometimes, this makes me squee and possibly get a little, er, sensitive in anticipation.
I am broke. And today was pay day.
To be perfectly clear, I'm not usually broke on pay day. I'm not broke until about Thursday every week, but I get paid on Fridays so it's okay. But I didn't pay rent last week, so I had to pay extra, then I had to give back $20 I borrowed, then I had to pay for my part of dinner with friends. And my check was not the $200 I'm used to getting, so I felt sad.
I'm only bitching about this because I haven't been broke since before I got a job three months ago. I forgot how much it sucked.
To top it off, the battery in my tablet pen is dead, so I have to spend most of my $7 on a pack of AAA batteries, which wi