I will write it someday

I put that there so I make sure I do write it. What I did this weekend was beautiful and envoking enough for a story or poem, but right now I dont have the energy to find out what it all means and how to describe it without sounding segmented and disjointed. So I will wait a little longer. I just visited my mom this weekend. That's all...

bored...yet again

i started just writing about boring shit...so i erased it and decided to write about something that didn't make me worry about myself.i almost cried yesterday. i went out to get something to drink at work and there was a dead dog on the side of the road. blood was on the ground around him and i could barely make out what it was because of the way he was slumped. i just saw this lump of bloody fur and as i drove past staring i could see a little ear. it was horrible. then i got to the circle k and some hispanic men whistled at me, and i got angry. i'm mourning this horrible death and no one cares...as a matter of fact they care even less now than before, because there's now something to care about. really kind of sad....

i was thinking

about going to see my mom tomorrow. visiting is 8-11 at perryville (which is in goodyear). my dad wants to look at my car, have our mechanic double check it. i say, knock yourself out, just get it back asap. i'll make that clear. maybe i can still do both. i'll figure it out. my dad seemed to be interested in loaning me 2 grand for the house (before everyone bursts into laughter, he got a huge insurance deal closed out recently). so basically, it's all up in the air.yesterday it was mentioned that i always have big plans and never come through. i wonder if that's just true for the small stuff or the big stuff too. lemme know...