chatting with shorty today at work! she commented on my wanting to be a mother. she says being a mother has so much added to her being. no son/ no life. (( raising fist)). you go, queen! she is one of the heavy wieghts of presence.

been lyrically dry lately. i am actually content. i don't like that. content equals complacency. i am not in love. i am not in hate. i am not extremely excited about something. i am not scared of anything. i am not wanting to kick someone's ass. and i can't write about something i know nothing about. i am not worried. at least not too much. i shall take this period to paint...

this just in:




bubbles??? too cute for words?? someone must have listened to my outgoing message at home!