Tuesday, July 28, 2009

This should be the theme song to my life...

Bob Dylan wrote & sang it, but I prefer the Kenny Wayne Shepard (Sheppard?) version at the moment.

Life is always throwing me curve balls, I've been in worse places physically & emotionally but right *now* I feel that if someone were to touch me that I would shatter into a thousand pieces.

I just msg'ed my love a few minutes ago: "I has a big sad." And I loathe baby talk or text speak, but it's morphing into even business vernacular. Can't beat 'em, join 'em.

So I'm going to dry my eyes, stop the sniffling, pop another anxiety tic-tac under my tongue & go avoid thinking too much about how I miss my honey. Last night was the first night in 6 months I didn't get to lay in 'my spot' on his shoulder- snuggled up next to him, my hand on his chest- feeling his heart beat against my palm.

Long story short-he had to move an hour away because I was being threatened to lose my house. A couple other issues factored into that as well, but that's the short version. And it sucks.


"Everything is broken"
Broken lines broken strings
Broken threads broken springs
Broken idols broken heads
People sleeping in broken beds
Ain't no use jiving
Ain't no use joking
Everything is broken.
Broken bottles broken plates
Broken switches broken gates
Broken dishes broken parts
Streets are filled with broken hearts
Broken words never meant to be spoken
Everything is broken.

Seem like every time you stop and turn around
Something else just hit the ground
Broken cutters broken saws Broken buckles broken laws
Broken bodies broken bones Broken voices on broken phones
Take a deep breath feel like you're chokin'
Everything is broken.

Everytime you leave and go off someplace
Things fall to pieces in my face
Broken hands on broken ploughs
Broken treaties broken vows
Broken pipes broken tools
People bending broken rules
Hound dog howling bullfrog croaking
Everything is broken.

By the way--Hi, I'm Lorelei. I've not written complete sentences in ages, so bear with me as I learn to blog & try to remember what proper grammar usage is. Run-on sentences are typical for me, it's just how my brain works.

I'm a 38 year old divorced mom of a 15 yr old girl & a 10 yr old boy, in love with my boyfriend Jack of 9 months & spend entirely too much time on the internet. I walk with a cane because my back is fucked up & a slew of other issues as well. I'll tell you more about all that junk later.

That's all I've got today.

I has a big sad.

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