The Logic of Earthworms

It all made sense just minutes ago. And now, with the help of several long naps, it all makes sense again.

Did you know earthworms are both male and female completely eliminating the need for bars and commitment?  Never been bar friendly so I'm okay with that, but I am a huge fan of commitment.

Committing gives me goosebumps. Bad ideas, bad people, bad places and my toes curl like my brother-in-law's fingers around a dollar-I just can't let go. I know when it's time to gnaw off my leg and move on, but I just don't do it. And so, the wrong things linger.

Right now, I change.

Embracing Gravity

I'm a thinker not a leaper which means I spend a lot of time staring into water wondering if it's deep; useful if you're not a swimmer or really tall, but I'm neither so more like putting a tiara on fear and calling it a princess.

I believe I just used a semicolon correctly. I've always had a fear of semicolons and talking to myself in diners. I do talk to myself a lot, but mostly because standing in the wrong crowd has made me an island surrounded cannibalistic sharks. Fun fact: Sharks eat more thoughts than people.

Did you know most of my writing fears revolve around punctuation and typing? And copy editors. Copy editors are sharks who can't swim which, I believe, makes them dead.

Somehow this is leading me somewhere.

Oh yeah, my quote in my senior yearbook, "Don't cross the river if  you can't swim the tide." It should have been, "You land every time you leap."

Blowing Candles

Nope, just officially making it a birthday weekend. Happy birthday to tomorrow me.

Looking at Life Through Drama Colored Glasses

I've helped many a mole hill achieve its dream of becoming a mountain. I can't help myself; it's who I am. I see a little mound of potential and throw heaps of dirt long after it begs, "Stop! I'm all I can be!"

Well, here's another one that will finish on another day. I like the title and the idea, but the soul suck paying the rent is killing my thinking. Note to self: learn to leave work at work.

Groundless Fears : Flying

I can't help but notice the farther away from Earth I get the more particular I get about how I return to it.

Manana.

Heart Like an Anvil

I wear my heart like a target same as  everyone else. I shave parts of me into crop circles just like everyone else (or like anyone willing to date interstellar, and I'm so open to off planet dating). I feign interest in car parts just like everyone else and I find only hammers. Clumsy hammers.

I'm not asking for a castle and private bathroom; I'm looking for someone who can hammer a nail without hitting their thumb. Make that what you want but I was going for nonsexual metaphor meaning someone who knows what they want. I'm looking for someone who isn't looking to hit what won't hit them back--like an anvil.  Again, I mean that metaphorically. For the record, love isn't an anvil it's quicksand that will suck in if you even poke at it with a toe.

Where is this all going? I have no idea.

Dancing with Myself

Front step back step side step tap.  Front step back step side step tap. I put my right lobe in I put my right lobe out I put my right lobe in and I shake out a sixty hour work week that should have put this first.