Gold, vodka, beer, and turkeys...will there ever be a day when I know better?

AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

That's me shrieking, by the way.

Why, you ask?

Good question, and as soon as my self tells me, I'll let you know.

Left Without Preface

What do I say to you?
You bring me my self-tortured soul
Wrapped up in a Tiffany’s box
With a white satin sheet that
Covers your navy side.
But not mine.
Huh.

What can I be to you?
When you come twice
To such a coveted conclusion
And I don’t even come close…
Beginning to feel like
This is chasing pixies in the mist,
But what, for all we care, right?

Really, what more can I ask?
This is a Frankenstein
That I have created
And nurtured
To the point of marveling
With dismay
At the piteous monster that it is still becoming.

Hate you?
No.
Want you?
Not really.
Picturing those others
When you are believed to be in my head?
Undoubtedly.

Is there something off beam
With “you’ll do for now?”
Because the white horse has arrived sans rider
Only to tell me that the prince will be late…
Ultimately it will be him and not you,
But until then let’s say you
Get back on that sway-backed nag and take his place

Heartfelt letters screaming with confusion
Monkeys could run this place better
If there was a solitaire competition, I would so win it...that's going on the quote board, isn' it?

I got all jumpy today - might have been the three cups of coffee that I INHALED...but who knows? I had an extreme emotions day today too...Hyper, annoyed, manic, frustrated, goofy with a touch of delerious, indignant, purposeful - all wrapped up into six hours that earned me 20 bones. Gotta love the service industry. OR not. It was actually a fun day I spent trying to entertain myself and others. To bad they were all in crap moods. And I refuse to dwell on the pit of swine that I lovingly call work, so...

Greer, you are in my prayers for a positive outlook and fast recovery.
Randy and Reet, I hope you find Jackie Brown. She's such a cool cat. My thoughts are with you.