C is for calm, comfortable, collected & coward.

Barenaked for the Holidays is blaring at the 'loud' level at work.
I, of course, was in charge of supplying today's tunes.
Daytime radio makes me want to vomit, or cry, possibly both.
Love song after love song with a little 'Rockin' around the Christmas Tree'
I'm pretending to type away the disputes.

They are very pleased with my work. I think I'm going to jump on the citi-haul. Weekends off, pockets full.

Remember that kid you were jealous of in elementary school because he/she would always bring awesome cupcakes on his/her birthday because mom just happened to have extra time on her hands... Yeah. It's so hard to be a six year old with all these responsibilities. So FULL!

I questioned the game before it was over a few days ago, only to find out that you're a coward. If you're playing, you want to win the prize- my walls weren't completely down, so I played it safe. All I was was a good cat, a good tease. Someone to entertain your pathetic life. Hooray for me, if only I'd invest as much money as I do time. Sleepless nights are no longer and there is a ban on rolling around with laughter in the sheets. Careful what you do, you don't mess with me. My heart has been played around with too many times. Your chapter is written. I'll make milions off of you.

Thanks to all of you who have supported Renée in the corner gas comic genius contest! As it winds down in it's last week, I was unable to upload new stuff as my computer put my life on pause. Thanks again, much love and keep peeking for new stuff to come.

I wish the santa clause parade was every Sunday. I proudly wear my 'fuck this' pin today.

I haven't blogged like this since 2000!

i feel so inspired
fresh like the apricot scrub
you keep me on my toes

tonight was too short
things unsaid
half a thought
through my teeth
you're a mystery to me

this game!

heart racing
off guard
unplanned
rosie cheeks
pleasure to meet

Eric.

'it's good to see you'
we said
crazy to think it's been
a decade since
the red playground tube
the cinnamon gum kiss.
i'll never forget.

you wrote to me.
un ecrivain voulant cinquante feuilles
pour decrire ma beauté
you drew from the heart
to heal my insecurities.
eleven years old
5 miles apart

we kept it a secret for time
experimenting with
the meeting path behind
your house
until hatrid blossomed with
adolescence
you wrote to me. again.
this time
not my friend.

summer passed
we grew up it seemed
it was enough to send
out the secret again

we broke the rules
silently
under unknown sheets
years have gone by since

she caught you looking at me
'you love her' echoed in my ears
what a discovery
good to see you again.
my pool boy.
cheers to serendipity.

The goose chase....

While pretending to be detectives from a past life, it dawned on me. I had a hidden gem somewhere still on the internet. www.poetry.com to be exact. And like a real detective at work, i dug it up.

Here it is Watson. 'a la Shakespeare' grade 9 styles.


Deep within one's heart, ly'est an affection.
One of many, which conducts a confession.
Thou play'est a goose for thee to chase,
The hare this time, shall win the race.

Mark me, I will inquire you out,
Give me leave or a guiding shout.
Thine eyes observe a closed path,
For the feelings that thou hath.

O' thy dear love, be thy speed,
Surround thy fool's every need.
Apace! Nomely in thy drift.
Wilt thou behold shuch a shrift?

Alas! I seek you hiding afar!
Come forward,
Misadventured as doth be,
Find the feelings thou hath for thee.
For awakening, without the beauty of such a face,
Shall cause this hare to lose the race.

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