Been needing a place to simply write words or thoughts you for myself and where the prying eyes will not discover my words. They always think the words are about them and take some kind offense to it. I grow weary of explainting such petty bullshit to those people. What is it that they wish to hear or do they fear hearing what I say about others to them. Fuck them either way. My words are simply that, my words, they should have no baring on your life, thoughts, ambitions or goals.

I am crude at times and overly poetic at others. I hate certain aspects of organization of words. The rules that so many think are so solid that can be bent and twisted into something that looks as if it is breaking it, but in actuality, it is proper. I do not care to really check spelling for rereading is a waste of my creative time.

So here I am. Sitting here wondering what this week has in store for me. The ever present dread of this fucking place called work. Thursday will be the hightlight because I get to hang out with someone that I am very interested. So tiny and petite and yet has the amazing brain. This seems to be the rule of thumb in my experience. Perhaps the body puts all in mind and does not waste it on the fat and muscles. LOL! Now that is fucking funny.