A friendly bark from your friendly friend.

Hi there.

I realize it has been a little while since I've 'boxed. I've just been frolicing elsewhere and spinning new thoughts along with good music and my threads for jewelery I'm working on.

I'm having a pretty good day. My uber low down abdomenal pain (that I suspect is from IC) is not as bad today. I've been dealing with that lately and that's been somewhat of a downer. Been keepin me downer. Heh. I couldn't hardly go for walks or anything the past couple weeks. I walked yesterday though, which cheered me up. I'm looking forward to doing it again today. I put on my headphones and set my songs on random and I go... the neighborhood is not too bad, but it's kind of full of Mexicans around that area. And we know they love white girls. I got honked at once yesterday by a dude in a Suede-looking Coupe, I thought perhaps he was a P-I-M-P and I'd be his top earning chick if he turned around and talked to me. Along with the P-I-M-P honk, I got cat-called twice. I give the looks when it happens and I'm going to attempt to describe the looks. Something along the lines of... we seriously would never fuck and.... Hello my name is.... Haha!

Other areas of my walk were more pleasant and relaxing. It was warm and sweet-smelling. The dogs bark at me a lot. I always say hi to them. They like it when I do that. It quells them for a moment. All they really want is my attention. I give it to them. I want to. There have GOT to be like 4 dogs PER fucking house around there! No joke. I walk down the alley behind this really awesome gothic looking house and all the way down the damn thing I get barked at, 2-4 dogs per yard. At one point I counted 10 dogs barking.. 12 dogs barking... 13 dogs....    Fuckin love dogs. :)

Hmmm now The Dead Weather is filling my ears with semi-blues and husky cigarette voices. I love it.

I often sit in my office and predominantly daydream about the man and about home and about my future. Not the man as in the government, but the man as in... the maaaaan. (He's sexy. We share dirty secrets sometimes.) So I usually sit quiet in my office doing my work and reflecting lightly (thougth sometimes heavily, not so heavenly), hearing Courtney Love discuss pieces of Jennifer's body. I smell my coffee to the right of me. To the left and out the door of my office is a frequent beeping sound that occurs when someone opens the front or the back door. I'm still not sure. Sometimes I spend my time writing haikus and doing nothing with them. I will put some up here now.

I.Water is quite wet,
which I must learn to accept.
Things are what they are.

II. You are like the folds
of a soft, wrinkled fabric-
intricate and warm.

III. My poems are not
thought out like Shakespeare was
I delight in this.

IV. Haikus are a form
of poetry, they do say,
but mine are quite bland.

So that's what I did with part of my day on.... I want to say the 29th? Yes. Haiku battles with the guy.

I'm quite excited and quite curious about my return to Peoria. It's going to be very interesting. Some very new things have developed and some other things have made their way into a dark hole and died. I'm looking forward to seeing what will arise of the changes. What will... ariiise from the ashes... oooooo... ominous and dramatic. I enjoy. My reactions to the people, I cannot predict. I'm coming home flexing my muscles and bringing back the fun. I look very forward to it all.

I'm satisfied with my blog so far and may end it here. I'm quite glad that I'm in a good mood too and didn't have to resort to explaining the urine content of my cheerios. My recent sanguinity shall prevail !

Au revoir, assholes !

(means see you later, assholes)

:D