My Coffee Motto

We don't talk about the coffee.
We only drink the coffee.
Whether it's good or bad,
is no matter.
We drink it
for better or worse.

Early am thought while I viddy on the puter screen

Something about watching music videos on a small screen that really brings to light how they all try to hard.

Close enough we will call it a day.

Music was much more fun when it wasn’t a TV show…

…a commercial.


Then again maybe that’s me being bitter because I’m not them and I don’t look as pretty?

There I go playing 2nd guessing.

BIG Thanx and my zero teeth Tteory

Thanks everyone!! You are all great to me!! I appreciate your confidence very much!! I couldn't do it by myself because I am to miserable to me! Now the difficult part is to choose which poems to send out. Hmmmmmmmmmmm, not really sure. I just have to pick 5 and not even think about.

On a random note I feel people who have no teeth are not very excepting of difference. I think they should be, seeing they have "NO" Teeth. Once they pop some dentures in they may learn to become tolerable of diversity.

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BIG OL’ BLOG CHANGE!! Pipe Dreams and Bad Self-Esteem

Inspired by some friends I decided to go for the gusto and try to get published. Some new friends have given me the confidence to give it a shot. Pipe Dream? Yes it’s true, but I will never know until I try.

Why the missing poetry on my blog? Well looking through submission policies I noticed that they ask to send non-published material. They consider on-line publications (Blog) to be published work. Soooo in order to try and follow guidelines I removed the poems to be legit. “To legit, to legit to quit!!” “go hammer go hammer!” ok that was weird. I don’t feel well now. Right oh sooooooooooo on with my dream.

I will keep updates on my blog of my successes and failures. I am trying to keep myself positive; this is a hard thing for me to do. I have an awful self-esteem!! I tell myself “Why bother trying to publish anything” “Everyone is a writer” “Your work is nothing special. It’s like everyone else’s” “Don’t Bother” these are the voices I hear in my unmedicated head!!! I beat myself up continually. I am my own worst critic but myself wants me dead!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I must conquer my self-esteem issue. Sure rejection letters won’t help but fuck it; at least I gave it a go!!

Stay tuned I will be here still even though my poetry mat not. Thanx everyone!!!

What Fits in the Hollow of a Guitar? (Based on an actual event)

1. 1 Mary Kay eyeliner, still in box, (Brown)
2. 3/4 of a crayon (apricot)
3. 1 Orange barrette with green letters the shriek "EEK!!!"
4. 1/4 of a crayon (white)
5. A 1" gumball karate fighting man fashioned with a headband
6. A Red Monkey from the Milton Bradley game "Barrel of Monkey's"

These things fit in the a hollow of a guitar!!!

Have a great Weekend!!!!

Me and my Man!!!

Look!


Connor and I tagged along with Mommy while she was on assignment for the paper she writes for. She had to visit a dairy farm, so Connor and I went along. We had a great time feeding and petting the cows and calves. They liked Connor a lot and slobbered all over his hands. He would just smile and say “Oh no” and grab another handful of hay to serve to the cows.

We love going on assignment with Mommy!!

Memorial Day PICK-nic!!!!!

That's my boy!!!

Pick-nic get it hahahha ok I apologize for being so puny!!! Please forgive me

The Adventures of Cake-boy and the Mucus Crusted Nostril

picture taken by www.RDPphotography.com