Happiness is easy; just take off your overcoat.

“The chaos that controlled my mind
Whispered goodbye…”

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dear Diary:

 

Oh my valuable; he is worth his weight in plastic bread ties.
He is the pounding of the roofers in spring
and the screeching of the mother blue jay feeding her baby
I’ve met a astonishing boy, and I think we’re going to have a striking rapport

together.

 

He followed me out of the woods one day, literally, and spontaneously

bought me a good bottle of Shiraz! Actually

he cracked a sarcastic grin and mumbled something about

how he would have bought a bottle for me, but didn’t think about it ‘til then …

so I bought the wine.

 

“…her heart is breaking in front of me
I have no choice cause I won’t say goodbye anymore…”

 

On the way home and I brought the smoke and we laughed

and walked and talked and he told me all about himself …

and he was really pretty to look at.

 

.
Oh my precious; he is worth more to me than warm sake with sate noodle soup,

he’s the splash after I spit each night before bed

when I brush my teeth,  and the stain of coffee in every mug
on every table in every corner of our house
I probably should have resisted.

 

“I tried my best to feed her appetite
Keep her coming every night
So hard to keep her satisfied…””

 

Never trust your feelings. Why didn’t I read those articles in Cosmopolitan.

I probably could have avoided this if I had read the article

“7 Ways You Can Read His Mind”.  Maybe I would have tried to have interest in men,

okay? Instead I picked a momma’s baby of a boy, and a lousy lover too.

I unquestionably should have resisted.

 

On the way home  I brought the smoke and we laughed

and walked and talked and he told me all about himself …

and he was really pretty to look at.

 

 

“Sinking my fingertips
Into every inch of you
Cause I know that’s what you want me to do”

 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt”>Oh my beloved ; he is that undeniable swollen feeling

in my throat that makes me cough

like I’m trying to clear a hair ball like a cat,

right  before I realize I need my epipen.   But you know,

it really doesn’t matter.

 

On the way home I brought the smoke and we laughed

and walked and talked and he told me all about himself …

and he was really pretty to look at.

I’ve met a astonishing boy, and I think we’re going to have a striking rapport

together.

 

 

Love,

 

Sin