I wonder...

I wonder where my words went.
I used to write these rivers of words.
They would flow swift and free,
Bursting the dam and pouring over the banks of my mind,
Surging through my fingertips
and onto the screen.

Maybe those words were more like an artesian well, deep and full,
Which when tapped quickly reaches equilibrium,
Taking years to repressurise.
I wonder...

I'm sucked into a connected world that has no real connections.
I've lost the real in my real life.

Or maybe I just woke up too early and need a cup of coffee.

I need to clean out my dresser drawers.
No one needs that many t-shirts.

Wit or something like it

She hollers from the bathroom "Come on, come here.... coooome oooooon I'm not getting any younger you know.......I'm getting old here."

She's 6 going on 60 it seems, and truth be told I really don't care about the bubble hat but her tub time conversation is funny enough.

I am a little bit vain.  I know this because sometimes I look at a picture of myself-there are a few okay ones-and think "Hey, I look kinda good".
At least I don't gaze at myself in mirrors all day.  Not since I was a teenager anyway.

Beware: Dollies Ahead

Say hi to Trixie!

Here's a before picture-what a difference.

Whoa

HI!

I go away for a month and look what happens?

NOTHING!

There are some weird fucking people on the television.  I mean I know everyone is pretty fucking weird but these people just pick up their skirts and show their drawers right off the bat.

Eh.  I think I'd probably do the same thing.

I finished two hats in three days.  I know you really needed to know that.

I have a new hobby.  It's dolls. Yes, dolls.  My midlife crisis has struck.

You know I turned 40 right?

                                                        Cause we're cool like that