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it's too late for me to write. I swam today thinkin about the fat lady comment. I looked at myself in the mirror. It wasn't so bad from the waist up. I thought about bein 51 and I kind of turned around & looked again and shrugged my shoulders. I went upstairs and rode those bicycles and did some stair things. Felt great. Walked the track and am back to bein pretty good on my leg stretches. That woman has said some nasty things in her life. I remember what she said about some kids in junior high. Now that my website is out I won't mention names but I would. They looked great & she made a hoochie remark. What we would write if our name wasn't in the paper. Pointless matter I guess
time becomes shorter when we get older I guess. I didn't stop today
words
places, people
I might go to costa maya. maybe. maybe so. I've started packing.
I'm tired. I'm a tired lady. who is doing what at 12:05 a m. I have a cat named absinthe. He's prowlin around doin something. when did I get older. I wish I could write about things. I feel like I have on a see through dress now and God knows who's lookin in the window. my thoughts of who's paintin what and this and that have to just stay stuck up in my mind. somebody left me a dog. He's sittin here on the rug with a pretzel he didn't eat. my friends flew to africa. If they find out about this site & maybe they won't...well, you know... then they will. They're good folks. I just ate a bite of a Jif cornbread muffin. I don't think Kate Moss is in my future
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Tue, 27 Mar 2007