I only have one problem. Sexues (i.e.: sex issues)
I have this general sense of discomfort, like that time I tried using razor wire for toilet paper. I don’t understand why this is happening, and like everything else about me, this perception is not helping my dating life. BTW … if my potential life partner is reading this, the razor wire thing happened long ago. I’m fully healed and ready to do stuff.
Four months into the new year, I have yet to get lucky. Ugh! God. Am I going to be sexless for the rest of my life? I bet you 50 buckdollars B1 and B2 are having sex – possibly with each other (am I missing out on a chance for a threesome?)
Food and Writing
These days, I’ve been wrestling with carb overload. (carbage) There’s a constant battle in my head between my love of food and my desire to stay fit. Dee and I went to La Cubana on Sunday, where we had their pork shoulder sandwich. So fuckin’ good! There’s a bar in the back, but we’ve never been. I’d love to go dancing
Carbs are good for poetry production, yes! I am proud of myself. I didn’t think I’d be able to write 30 poems by the end of the month, especially since I started on day nine, but I did it. I was officially caught up on April 25 with, you guessed it, 25 poems. And as of April 30, I have 33! Hooray Me!
Salads and poems are now my daily companions, a strange but necessary balance. However, the poem I get from a salad isn’t the same as a pizza poem.
Also, I’ve been going through my old idea notebooks, looking for content. They’re more for art than writing. Plus, I have a Google Doc with twenty pages of stuff.
I woke up the other morning wondering what colonial Africa looked like, and I found a map! What will I use it for creatively? I dunno! But that will be for later because I still have to complete the writing challenge with my writing friends and finish my next Amazon book.
Don’t doubt yourself – Doubt Kills (from Equalizer (2014)).
Apr 30
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