Doug.

I fell in love with a slug.

What a mug!

You’re nickname is Thug,images (6)

I thought you were my hug drug.

Now I’m pulling the plug,

Goodbye, cheating bug.

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Just like magic…

The last visitor just left.  images (6)

My home is calm and peaceful.

 

Empty beer bottles and dishes as far as the eye can see…

My nose stands in line,   the burn sobers me up.

 

Wham bam….

The mess is now clean.

 

Tit for tat…

I won’t reply to your texts anymore, because you don’t reply to mine.

Yes, I know it’s childish of me.

I’ve told you so many times how much it annoys me when you ignore me though.

Annoys, upsets, and embarrass’s me.

I pride myself on not being needy, and I know I text you bugger all – once a day on average.

So wtf is your problem with replying?

Once in a blue moon, you surprise me by sending ME a text. . .

Today was one of those blue moons.

I chose not to reply – just to show you how it feels.

I admit that I giggled to myself when you text again an hour later, asking if I got your msg.

Image I chose to ignore that one as well.

Do you feel silly texting someone who doesn’t care enough to reply?

Are you wondering what I could be doing that’s more important than replying to you?

Has it crossed your mind that maybe I don’t mean it when I tell you how important you are to me?

Has it occurred to you that I may have had some sort of disaster?

I know how small I feel when you ignore me…

What do you think now?  How do you feel?

images (6)I am exhausted.

Friday night’s birthday drinks turned into a blast from the 70’s with a little cardboard square being gifted to me…    The result of that square, was a giggling trio, armed with crome spraypaint & interior beautifying ideas galore. . .  My landlords are going to LOVE our handywork…    In the blink  of an eye, Friday night turned into Saturday afternoon… Red bull & vodka was the trend as I spun my heart out on the swing…  Note to all readers: spinning isn’t always good for one’s stomach contents…     After painting the garden with pink slime & peas, it was time for a quiet sit down & smoke…

Let the second wind begin!!!

A compilation of laughter, & backwards-word-games eliminate the next few hours with ease.

The stars are suddenly out, twinkling beside a melancholy moon.  Youtube spends a final few hours with us.

I am happily exhausted.

Clean sheets & pyjamas are waiting for me now,  & here I come. . .    Goodnight.   🙂

Between my sheets. . .