'always something there to remind me'

call me lazy.

call me boring.

call me the one true thing missing from your life and toss in some stanza alluding to how painstaking it is to draw in life's sweet breath when i'm not around.

i'll wait.

you're terribly cute when you're thinking, all furrowed brow, chin in hand. but you know that, don't you? uh-huh. fyi? i'll freakin' love it if you confess your mad need for me in the form of a haiku. for example:

diff'rent kind of girl

mere existence is futile

sans your kick ass rack

did i mention i got a 'b' in my college poetry class? you're so wondering why it wasn't an 'a' now, right? a hint. the professor published poems purely about king kong. my efforts were like...well...like poetry in comparison. ask sometime and i'll share!

yeah, whatever. i know that first line is "technically" not five syllables. it's ghetto now with my abbreviation. just allow yourself to go with it. it'll be ok.

i've truly got nothing to reward your adoration except for my apologies at however lame this turns out. i've been trapped inside a raging migraine and various other matters that seem to impede whatever bloodflow i have to my creative side (yeah, i'm gonna say i have a creative side. don't knock it in your haiku, ok?). we'll see what the following days bring. until then, trust that i really used to be a writer.

i must add that while blood flow to my brain seems to be restricted, there is blood flowing in me through all the right places now that the medically suggested moratorium on sex is up. give it up to the dolphin, who seemed to have swam gracefully across continents last night. you're slowly working your way up there toward justifying your hefty price tag, my sea-faring friend (sure, i like to pretend it vibrates it's way downstairs to the computer to read this site and my preferred blogs while i'm away. it's purely research. to better serve me later, of course).

anyway, blood flow. crazy thoughts. deep breaths. seeing things everywhere i turn. things that remind me of other things. like the art i provide to you here, again courtesy of my beautiful and demonic youngest son. yeah, i know, he's not looking up from the magnadoodle and announcing, "mommy, look, i drew a penis!"

that's just me.

but come on! am i the only one who sees it? or am i just that singularly focused lately?

the other image? according to my little starving artist, that's me. you'll notice i've lost my cock arm, but look at how happy and, yeah, "widely" delighted i am to have my friend, magnadoodle penis, coming to visit. before you ask, no, i'm not encouraging this type of behavior.

but i'm certainly not one to squelch creativity.

yeah...so put that in your haiku and let me admire it...