Not poetry here. Just, you know, kind of a Ok I’m going to write some shit.
I’m drinking homemade amaretto, yummy by the way, after wine and beer earlier today. Yeah, I kind of had a “me do whatever day.” *fist pump in air*
When your day starts with going to dentist, and he fills your cavity without numbing you–and nothing hurt you at all–you know you fricking rock the day. And take advantage.
A lake. Then lunch. Chatting with people who don’t know me at a little dive place I have come to love. All the while thinking, writing, feeling like I can do me “alone” and absolutely love it. And I wrote good stuff. I tell myself that. So I’ll just believe it.
Trying to make myself into something I don’t really know yet. But hey, it’s cool. And I’m smiling. What can’t be good about that!