Ink Blotches and Coffee Stains.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how NOT to fast men. That is all I will say about lent. And no, pervs, it did not end with a “bang.”
I am at a loss for words. Who knew life could be…so…painfully…average. I don’t do average…I say no to average men, to average experiences, to everything that robs me of the wonderful experience that life has to offer. “Wow, listen to this positive shit?” *Subtly thanks Winnie the Pooh* But (there’s always a “but”) life can’t always be breath taking. Some kisses won’t come hand in hand with sparks and butterflies. Some days won’t need your creative genius to save the day. Some days will just, well…be.
I guess I’m having lots of those. No shame there. But does that mean I silence the beast within? All I have are my words. If I have none who will I be? The bottled up words that die unspoken are strands of my soul. To fail to capture them, to give them audience, is a failure on my part. Even if I alone make up the audience, they will be heard.
Long story short, I have exams this week (groans) but I intend to make up for the mediocrity. Mojitos, boys (read as men) and other drama filled activities will be resumed next week. In other news it’s been over a year since Lookin’ for the Pot of Gold has been online….yeah! Another reason to drink (coffee for me, something stronger for you!)
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  • Reply dzyr April 10, 2012 at 3:38 pm

    Been a min… Miss your writin… Go ace!

  • Reply Nora Kirabo April 10, 2012 at 3:41 pm

    Thank you 🙂

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