Within this lair of words I do not feel inspired. For I have no audience. Within those social sites, I have a thousand who might glance a stray eye upon my words. Here, I'm some random page in a book with no cover picture.
I lost one of my two peridot earrings. Good things don't tend to last long I guess. Wish I could get some of my beauteous opal made into studs or pendants.
Mama Ki, may you rest in peace. Taken by that killer of all, cancer. Wherever you lie, may the birds sing for you and may you rest the golden memories you carry.
My total cats has been taken down to seven.
Work tomorrow. I was able to get out early tonight, but I'm truly hoping my sneezing has died down to the point of being non-existent tomorrow. I feel like a giant virus when I'm sick like this. I loathe it.
At least he wasn't there. But he likely will be tomorrow. I don't want or need the tension in the workplace. A machine functions best when all parts are oiled and well-fitted, not when there's gears scraping and screeching against one another.
My ex tells me the guy'll talk shit about me. I don't think so. I mean, I could have been played. But honestly, I don't care. The people at my workplace who matter will believe ME. I am the bigger person, I am the one who is too honest for her own good.
Besides, though I have never and never hope to have to use it, I gather blackmail without even trying. It was enough to keep a certain Krauw out of my life, and his girlfriend. And if it's needed, I am hopeful the threat will win again. Mainly to prevent harassment, because I'll tell anyone anything if they ask me. I may be a little wary with words but at the same time I'll admit I'm being wary. I'm an open book, don't rip my pages and spoil my lines.
A bird flew into the car today. Black silhouette is what I recall. PUUHMPH. No mark on the window. I felt bad for the bird, but giggled at the same time thinking, "THIS WAS YOUR FAULT BIRD."
I saw a pigeon on the bridge on my way home. Wondering if it was that bird since it didn't fly away.
I've saved the lives of several animals recently, lol. Well, prevented ending them. Opossum standing in the middle of the road, skunk walking in front of my tire, bunnehhhhhhs.
I have mad car skills. Beginning to wonder if I'm mixed manic, cuz I'm feeling manic again but was definitely not the other night.
I need to get some sleep soon. My eyes are sticking shut and when I relax my sneezing subsides just a tad.
The blackberries bloom and the butterflies swoon. That is the way of summer's spring.
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