Slow Day

Well...not much to report right now. I'll probrably put in another entry later this evening. I'm off to do laundry and procrastinate my Stagecraft projects once again. I really am going to get it done. Honest. Anyway, I am feeling a little weird and thought I'd post one of the poems I've written. Here goes:

Faking It

Found
One oversized friendship
Too late and too tired
Crisp, sharp, twisted smiles
Plastic faces meet vinyl laughter

Vocal squares
Recorded greetings
Hitting me over the head
Looking for the warmth
Of his

Rough fingers traveling east
Walking through the sand
Desire sings and cackles
Imaginations soar
Found


Pretty cool huh? If anyone out there is reading it let me know what you think...freakin' laundry. I wanted to go to the library to study. But I shouldn't because I think that is where HE is. And I have to be done with that. No more fantasy. Fantasy is fun...but dangerous. Someone could get hurt you know? And it always seems to be me. So, I am doing the mature, responsible and logical thing and doing my laundry. I hate doing laundry. Maybe he'll be there...NO. If he is, then I should just do my laundry later - but before tomorrow 'cause I'm out of clean socks and jeans again. Got enough underwear to get me to the second coming though...tee hee...underwear and coming in the same sentence...like I said - WEIRD MOOD...