Since I really want to write but have no idead what to write about….I am fielding questions from the masses. Ask away. I will answer everything truthfully.
Happy Wednesday.
Mar7
Monthly Archives: March 2007
Mar6
An old school azz whoopin….
Who needs one?
*The individuals( and their parents) who decided it was cute to teach the two year old and the five year old how to smoke trees. WTF?
*Ann Coulte.r (Let’s see if rehab can cure her homophobia)
*Every Urban radio station in Philadelphia. I counted 7 spins of “Poppin” by Chris B.rown during my workday yesterday. SEVEN. S-E-V-E-N
*Britney Shears. When K.Fed starts to look like Father of the year….damn.
*My coworker for wearing pink stockings to work today. *sigh*
*Anyone that saw that old actors gone biking movie this weekend.
*My son (and he got his) for writing his name on his leg with a Sharpie.
Happy Tuesday.
Mar4
For the Lovers Only
This ain’t for the ones
That just love for fun
That just love and run
that just hold the gun
This is for
Those that bleed
It’s easy to forget when you are busy. When you are in the boardroom, or chasing kids, it’s easy to block it out. When you’re wrapped in your husband’s arms, the memories get blocked out too.
Sometime’s there are night’s like this. The quiet nights when the kids are asleep and the husband is out of town. When my world slows down and I’m left with nothing but my thoughts. My heart.
The memories come flooding back. The laughter, the love, the loss overwhelms me.
I sip a glass of wine, look at pictures, listen to the songs that form the soundtrack to the beautiful movie we could have made. The one where we rode off into the sunset, happily ever after.
this is only
For Lovers only
lovers only
Strictly for the lovers only
Who are lost and lonely
I remember us. I remember you. I remember every single detail with the clarity of a child.
It’s only when I’m alone that I allow the memories to catch up to me. I allow myself the time to miss you. Will there ever be enough time?
Ever since the way you looked at me
love is not a want
love is now a need
This is if you want to hold me
Or for lovers only
Time is supposed to heal all wounds. I just can’t give myself the time. I belong to someone else, I have responsibilities that need my attention. I keep running. Making myself busy.
I have to keep busy. I don’t have time to stop for pain.
Strictly for the lovers only
Who are lost and lonely
For the Lovers Only-Maxwell
