A.
I AM ENVIOUS OF SONGWRITERS. THEY SO CLEARLY PLACE THEIR EMOTIONS, IN PERFECT SYMMETRY, TO WORDS. FOR THE PAST THIRTY MINUTES I HAVE BEEN SITTING CROSS LEGGED IN THE CENTER OF MY 2/3 CLEAN BEDROOM FLOOR TRYING TO EXPRESS WHAT I AM FEELING INTO A RHYME. A RHYTHM. ANYTHING BESIDES A JUMBLE OF CONFUSION LOFTING THROUGH MY MIND. A TASK I HAVE ALMOST DEEMED IMPOSSIBLE. I WOULD CORRELATE IT TO HAVING THE MELODY OF A RENOWNED TRACK COURSING THROUGH YOUR HEAD, YET THE TITLE OF THE SONG CAN'T SEEM TO ESCAPE THE TIP OF YOUR TONGUE.
B.
I JUST READ A BLOG THAT WAS SUGGESTED TO ME BY A FRIEND. AND A REAL LIFE UNREALISTIC LOVE STORY BETWEEN THE BLOGGER AND HER NOW HUSBAND HAS GOT ME FILLED WITH THE JITTERS. BUT I WOULD LIKE TO TAKE THE TIME NOW TO PUBLICLY APOLOGIZE FOR ANYONE WHO HAS TO STAND BEING AROUND ME AND MY SPOUSE WHEN GOD THROWS US TOGETHER. I KNOW I HAVE ALWAYS SAID PDA WILL NOT BE A PART OF MY BODY LANGUAGE, BUT I AM PRETTY SURE I AM GONNA BE KICKIN THAT MINDSET TO THE CURB. AHHH TO BE IN THE ARMS OF MY DORKY MAN - THE DAY WILL COME!
C.
IT IS THREE IN THE MORNING AND I AM STARTING TO GET RIDICULOUSLY FRUSTRATED WITH MY BODY. NOT JUST FOR THE MERE FACT THAT SLEEP SEEMS TO ALWAYS HIDE UNDER A ROCK WHEN I DESPERATELY WHISH IT WOULD LADEN ME WITH ITS LOVE, BUT ALSO AT THE FACT THAT IT HAS TURNED MY NECK INTO A WAD OF PAIN. MY HEAD CAN FIND NOT ONE COMFORTABLE POSITION TO LIE ON A PILLOW. MY UNCLE HAS THE UNCANNY ABILITY TO FALL A SLEEP SITTING UP. I AM SLIGHTLY JEALOUS OF THIS SKILL HE HOLDS. AND I VOW NEVER TO CHUCKLE WHEN I WITNESS THIS IN ACTION EVER AGAIN.
