In a box with a fox‏

Where did you go?
I have so much to say.
My thoughts run to and fro.
You don't want to play?

ah and we are back to none...‏

Sad.. as I thought that we may have made some headway in the liberal ways or just the plain out dirtiness of humanity.... to explore and give life to things in the world that need it.... well... I guess it shall be left as always for another day... just know when that breeze blows past through again that it may be I sitting upon it... with or with out you my dear friend I am on the move and the hunt is getting closer by the day.
Good luck to you my dear friend... I will see you on the other side... be safe in your journeys.

your friend always,
heady

Blind Geriatric Real Estate Agents

On my way home from my wonderful mani-pedi this evening there was a car sideways in the road and almost taking up the entire width of it. It was white so I thought at first it may be a cop car and slowed down. As I began to go around the car a man of an approximate age of 80 jumped out from behind his car and began to wave me down. He was not going to give me a chance to go past him as he practically reached out and grabbed my passenger window as it slid by. On that note... he is lucky that I was not a skittish teenager that slammed on the gas and took both him and his unlit car out. I rolled down my window and asked him if he was ok. He looked at me a bit baffled and said "I need help pushing my car out as it fell in a hole. Hmm thought you would be a man... you might not be able to help. I was pulling in close to read the crossroad sign and i pulled into the grass a little and fwuanked right into that hole". I looked in amazement because he was less than a foot from the street sign and I wonder if he really needed to be that close to read it and how he had planned to get around the sign once he had verified his whereabouts. As I pondered what would have had to been a reverse three point turn for him to get out of there prior to the hole I hesitatantly said well let me at least see what I can do to help and pulled my car past his to the side of the road and put my blinkers on. As I was getting out of my car another SUV pulled up and the man with the car problems began to speak to them. I think that the driver was under the impression he wanted her to nudge his car out with hers but he said no no no we cant do that we have to push. So the SUV lady and her two sons aling with myself all leaned into the hood of the car and pushed with all we had. And nothing happened, not even as much as a creak. So we all looked down to assess the situation and it somehow his wheel had come off the road straight into a hole big enough that his car frame was laying on he pavement. We tried to explain to the gentlemen that no amout of muscle was going to get that car out of the hole. He stared at it and at us blankly for a few seconds and than tugged up on the car as if he cold lift it out alone. I finally said "Sir you are going to need a tow strap and a truck to yank your car out of there and maybe even a tow truck at the looks of it. Oh and please turn your hazards on while you wait so that you do not get hit." He looked at us all and then said "well I am just meeting a lady up the street." To which I asked "do you have a phone to call someone for help". He fished one out of his breast pocket and we all wished him well and we were on our way.

stink

You say I stink and I want to stink more
You say I am dumb and I want to be an idiot
You say my ass is hell and I want to make it the devil
You say I am a bitch and I want to prove you right.

You make me who I am... not because you define me but because you make me want to define it to you.

Share my crazy with me

I think that maybe what I want... to just find someone to share my crazy with. I can do everything I need on my own so I don't need help but I would like someone to share in the part of me which makes me feel alive. I don't want to daily be reminded of the mundane and the boring that life really is. A constant circle of crap and more crap... Maybe I don't want that at all. Maybe I want to be alone and revel in it all myself... that sounds good too.... I think I like that.

Rubber Band Underwear

When I was little it used to drive me nuts that my Mom had only underwear that had rubber bands sticking out of the waist. Today I came home and after I took my shower I was digging through my underwear drawer and the thought ran through my head "oh I want some old comfy rubber band panties". Hmmm so I have become the Mom who does not care about the old ugly undies but relishes their comfort. I am not sure how I feel about this turn of events...