Curly, Swirly Braveheart Hair

I find myself not really overwhelmed but just insanely busy with work lately. So much so that I can’t remember the last time I laughed uncontrollably, had a great night out or even just a nice day. I don’t really count holidays because I usually have to work on those days or every day leading up to it and after it and I spend my time counting the hours until I have to go back to work. It’s kind of sad actually now that I think about it.

I never got a new TV or fixed the one that broke. I know, mostly out of laziness, but also because WHY? I can watch all my shows on the internet and I spend far less time wasting my life in front of the TV. I find myself listening to music and *gasp* actually reading a book. My friend actually just wrote a book. It’s so amazing! I’m so jealous! I’m requesting a signed copy…you hear me Matt! I’ve also been writing a lot more. I haven’t been sharing it’s more than a poem and less than a novel. I’m really excited about it. Will it afford me the ability to immediately retire? Probably not, but a girl’s got to dream.

I’m not really sure the point of this entry, I thought I had something but apparently I had nothing. That’s very disappointing. Sometimes writing is just words and other times it’s thoughts, but tonight it’s just symbols on a page.

Anyways, here’s a poem…

Curly Q swoons over girls
he can’t woo.
Dancing to silly songs
with Braveheart hair.
He can’t say no
or yes.
He’s just another
curly, swirly sign–
you need to go home.