I have been blessed with a cowboy
And all he wants to do is ride
We met up in the shoe department
He wore all black with a phone hanging from his hip
He makes a dial that dials me in
Regardless of the sun and moon
Asking me “do you want to go riding?”
Regardless of the state I’m in, I put my hat on
He has taken me many places but there are still many places to go
He has given a new perspective over camp fires
A man I never thought would want to gentle me
I have been blessed with a cowboy
Lean and sexy, phone swinging
Within reach making me within reach
To be touched, kissed, followed by
some riding
There isn’t much else to do
Except to walk to the water’s edge
Stare beyond the farthest point
And remember, peripherally
It’s time to replace my Magic Couch. It’s a bittersweet affair. My new couch had been sitting on the showroom. My favorite piece with upholstery that reminds me of raw silk.
This couch sat along the aisle to my desk. Upon each passing, I would pet it. Not long ago it went on clearance. I couldn’t believe it. Nobody sees what I see? It became my goal to find a forever home for my dear friend.
Months passed and my couch remained while the percentage of the clearance price grew and grew until it was 50% off 50%. I sat on its cushions and petted it, thinking.
It’s time for a change. With a sentimental sadness settling in my throat, I decided to make Clearance Couch mine
Patriotic sarcastic circle jerking on the blogs today.
I’m not sure this projectile vomit has made any difference. I’d say everyone is pretty set in their beliefs
Beliefs that are only beliefs.
Why am I here anymore, I ask myself.
So, I met this friend who has the same curiosity as I. We both had the day off and he invited me on an investigative adventure.
I felt like a overprotected minor chumming with my friend and checking out an adult store.
CS has presented me with a man who can hold a conversation.
I don’t even remember who wrote who first.
He wrote that he thought he was dull
I told him I didn’t think so
First impressions second impressions
The language is not limited to the written word
With life’s uncertainty one must be proactive. So, tomorrow I have a job interview with another furniture store. It is not known but the signs indicate a potential store closing, indicating a potential income loss for me.
I’ve already mourned the loss a few weeks ago. I had a feeling.
Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day. I plan on giving my associate a dvd of Thelma and Louise. God damn if we weren’t good together! Appreciate every day you’re not suicidal.
Once again, it is confirmed
Tears are useless
Unless you get a speck in your eye
The expelling of a salty water only
Streaks skin with makeup
On an already contorted face
If I am to cry, let me Mel Gibson
In Brave Heart
You know the scene
Today didn’t pan out. I have the wrong type of major depressive disorder. Haha not!
So, I’m on the list for a study with my type