dirtygirl says...visit my online store. half my profits go to abused & abandoned animals, that's how I sleep
the other half goes to me and that's how I eat.
Sometimes, when I’m stuck in a never ending line of traffic.
When even though I’m pointed in the right direction, nothing seems to be moving,
– or at least not fast enough.
When the heat gets turned up just a little too high.
When it seems like I’m never going to get where I’m going.
When I start thinking about [...]
I hear dead people. I heard them call my name when no one was there. Then I stopped drinking. The dead don’t talk so much these days. Score one for auditory alcoholic hallucinations.
But I can look in a baby’s eyes and know if this is his/her first time around or s/he’s been here before. Score [...]
I’m momentarily speechless.
Actually, the truth is I’m momentarily self-conscious. Mostly, I write for me, and try to give little thought to an actual audience or readership, afraid of ego stepping in, of sounding writerly, or worse, like a pompous ass. I write to see what I really think and feel because I don’t always know [...]
