I'm going to lay down. I need to sleep off this hangover. Have a nice night, Schoen. Go make up with your chili pepper. You'll thank yourself in the morning.
I come back from dance class to sit in an empty cyber-hottub and talk to myself...
good lord
SO kill me if I'm not in the mood to go out to some meat-market yuppy-ass bar and get all happy shouty for a foreign holiday- this schitty sux the life outta me- I swear 😢 the drivers alone can leave me grateful for my very life at the end of the day!!!!
*picks up the remote and scans the channels for spongebob*
whatever-
I've got the sweet life...
*little voice in the back of head tells schoene: "you just keep telling yerself that sweety"*
but I DO!!!
I KNOW I have the sweet life when spongebob is on and there is still icecream left in the freezer!!!!!
*iceream melts instantly and schoene is left to eat her ice-cream soup- style but decides to just ditch the spoon and drink the liqui-fat straight-up*
sooo
I have this problem of bumping into things...okay I- I'm understating a little- I walk into WALLS and stuff! WTF is that? I have great eye-sight...I whack my knees into coffee tables alot too...I have so many bruises just from WALKING INTO SHIT!
I'm supposed to be coordinated...
dancer-schmancer! I 'm still in pain from smacking my elbow on the door jamb last night...itsnot like I even take up that much space! SHeeeesh- I'm like 5'5.5" I'm a delicate frame- but I'm ALWAYS braking myself!!! I think my limbs are too long...I should keep my elbows closer to my waist when I walk down the hall...
*dips hand into hottub water and notices that it is suspisciously foggy* This water could be changed...
juwaaannnnaaaa?? *too lazy to get out of hottub, schoene reaches for the cell phone but drops it in the water by accident*
*stares at the water's surface with a dumb blank look on face*
well that is just a shame...
*reaches for a towel but whacks elbow on the outside edge of the hottub*
"I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
Well, it so happens that I was asked my permission to dedicate 2 whole pages to me in an upcoming book called The International Who's Who of Poetry with one of the pages being my poem and the other page being a biography of me. Woohoo! (Hopefully it's n
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Freedom... Pure naked freedom. It's the loss of all inhibitions. It's like stipping off all your clothes and running bare bottomed through the desert durring a lightning storm, sand burning the soles of your feet and sweat and rain water running down your
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First you must be able to spell. NOT I have always wanted to, I did write a play once and it was proformed. Its kind of like Steve Wright said I would kill for a nobel peace prize.
I think that I shall never see a beer as lovely as a tree the brew that joe's pub has on tap with golden base and fomey cap The golden brew I drink all day until my memory melts away poems are made by fools like me but only