I was doing fine and had things back under my control

I stopped crying about a week ago

I was laughing again and thinking of other men

and then you kissed me

You were drunk and won’t remember it

and I will never know what it means

But you kissed me

My world was thrown back in a whirl

with that slightest little gesture

You have ripped my heart out all over again

I will try to pretend it didn’t happen

I will lie to myself and say I don’t care

but heart skipped a beat I will never get back

I almost had everything back were it was

and was almost ok about your taking her to dinner

but then you kissed me

I was ready to be just your best friend

I was trying think of someone other then you

but then you kissed me

I was almost free from you

and I think you knew

so you kissed me

I dreamt of you last night

laying next to me

laughing and contented.

The light of night deflected by curtain,

glowing on the lines of your face and arm.

The soothing trance of you fingers

slowly tracing invisible shapes across my skin.

But I open my eyes

to the cold night light on an empty pillow;

not quite empty;

a single black hair;

your silent herald.

I stare at that small envoy of you

trying not to breath

trying to keep what little of you is here here.

But I can’t.

My eyes will close.

I will sleep and that hair will drift away

like the laughs in the night.

I close my eyes and see you

staring and trying not to breath

as you come out of a dream to glimpse

a single long red hair

keeping watch on the pillow next to yours

“Delightful is the land beyond all dreams,
Fairer than anything your eyes have ever seen.
There all the year the fruit is on the tree,
And all the year the bloom is on the flower.

“There with wild honey drip the forest trees;
The stores of wine and mead shall never fail.
Nor pain nor sickness knows the dweller there,
Death and decay come near him never more.

“The feast shall cloy not, nor the chase shall tire,
Nor music cease for ever through the hall;
The gold and jewels of the Land of Youth
Outshine all splendors ever dreamed by man.

“You will have horses of the fairy breed,
You will have hounds that can outrun the wind;
A hundred chiefs shall follow you in war,
A hundred maidens sing thee to your sleep.

“A crown of sovereignty your brow shall wear,
And by your side a magic blade shall hang,
And you will be lord of all the Land of Youth,
And lord of Niamh of the Head of Gold.”

Sometimes a picture really is worth a thousand words.

“if drinking is her sport…”  thank you Micheal Kors I will take that as my cue!

Take a drink:

1. “share a moment with the world.”
2. Beijing’s “coming-out party.
3. Take one drink every time a female athlete is described as “America’s _____ing sweetheart.”
4. “prepared his whole life for just this one moment.”
5. gymnastics “and she sticks the landing”
6. Take one drink every time NBC promises to get “up close and personal” with an athlete
7. Take one drink every time the REAL Olympic theme (not that NBC fabrication) is heard.
8. “This is what the Olympics are all about.”
9. “the whole world is watching”
10. recent diagnosis of a loved one with a life-threatening disease.
11. recent death of a loved one
12. growing up with no access to food, clean water, training equipment, or sneakers.
13. growing up in the midst of genocide/geopolitical strife/major war.

Shotgun drink:

1. Wearing a mask
2. The wrong national anthem is played when a gold medalist takes the podium.
3. Your body weight is at least twice that of a gymnast.

Have Fun and Drink American! (sorry Budweiser)

MTV has announced that they will make a re-vamped version of the cult classic Rocky Horror Picture Show.  This is quite possibly the saddest and maddest I have ever been at MTV.  WHY?  MTV please stop ruining the things I love.  My cast predictions:

Janet-Miley Cyru

Brad-A Jonas brother/Zac Effron

Magenta-Ashley Simpson

Riff-Raff-Pete Goddamned Wentz

Columbia-I really don’t about this one…maybe someone new

Dr. Scott-I pray its not Meatloaf but after his Spice World cameo I think this will happen

Eddie-Fuck who knows they will probably put John Mayer in

Rocky- Brody Jenner

Frankenfuter-Lead singer from My Chemical Romance

They are going to keep the original script, though, so we can see faint hints of the greatness that was RHPS before MTV killed it.

This is an non-mercy killing

It’s a non-messy killing!

Take one(1) drink if:

• someone is wearing a hat
• model and designer kiss
• says girlicious
• a product placement
• they go on a field trip
• Tim touches his glasses

Tim Gunn says:

• I’ve seen this before
• Make it your own
• Gather round
• Carry on
• Wow factor
• Honey
• What’s going on here?
• Make it work
• I’m concerned
• That’s a lot
• I don’t know about this

Blayne:

• Tans
• Uses Neon

Daniel:

• Uses animal/nature print

Emily:

• Uses Asian influences

Jenifer:

• Uses pastels
• Makes a babydoll

Jerell:

• Mentions being self taught

Ketih says:

• Get noticed or go home

Leanne:

• Uses anything with a ballet influence

Stella:

• Makes a vest
• Uses leather
• Uses grommets

Korto:

• Uses tribal details
• Braids anyone’s hair

Shotgun if:

• Joe comes out
• Korto dances
• Suede cuts or dyes mohawk
• a model is stolen
• Tim Gunn says “no just no”
• When Tim first appears
• Hedi destroys a common American phrase

I am sure that sanitation is far from glamorous,  and I know that the good people who work in that field deserve a lot of respect.  I mean would you be willing to clean public toilets all day.  I thank them for all their hard work.  However, thanks to one sanitation worker I will no longer be able to touch anything in my office again.  You see today after cleaning the bathrooms at our office this man left to clean another floor.  He pushed his cart out our front door and proceeded to pound the elevator button about ten times.  I look up at the noise this is causing and realize that he has not taken off his gloves.  The very gloves that not two minutes ago were in the men’s toilets.  This leads to realization that he probably never takes his gloves off and makes me think of everything I touch that he also touches.  The door, elevator buttons and countless other things.   I need to go buy some hand sanitizer and shot of penicillin!

Don’t deign to call yourself a writer then ask people for ideas.  Go live life, make some mistakes and write a story about something you know about. Or make it up!  Just don’t piggy back off uninspired and uncreative friends.  Sigh.  The creative underclass will never produce anything interesting if we have to placate these assholes who simply want to add a little pomp and circumstance to the other boring stories their friends tell at bars.  Unless your friends are Hemingway don’t steal their story ideas!