The Suds of Her Discontent

She sank down into the bubbles, listening as they burst, one by one, around her. The water was just a touch too hot for her comfort, the tub just a bit too small to get comfortable in. Certainly no spa jets anywhere in sight. Ah, but better than the tub in the house you grew up in, she reminded herself. All that you DO have, and you only moan about what you don't.

From the bedroom she could hear classical music, but rather than a quiet background, it was annoying because the volume had been turned up more than she'd intended. The scent of the bubbles clashed with the fragrance of the candle, and she sighed, craning her neck in a futile attempt to rest it comfortably against the ledge of the tub.

She half wished that he would come home right now - and then half wished that he never would. Idly she wondered if she could hit her own head hard enough that she might slip under the water. The know-it-all side of her Self reminded her that, rather than a romantically tragic scene, the discovery of such an "accident" would be messy. Cold, dirty water and an already slightly bloated corpse.

She sighed and sat up in the water. She pursed her lips and wondered how one was supposed to take a buble bath in the first place without needing a shower afterward to wash the bubles off. Of course, she had poured far too much soap into the running water, because the last time she'd tried this nonsense, there were almost no bubbles to be had.

She pulled the drain handle, slipped on her old robe, and walked toward the bedroom to turn off the music.

Chasing the moon

(AKA, my rush hour commute)

Indigo clouds drift in front of the dazzling white full moon as I race toward it. I'm fascinated by the tones of the deep pink- and blue- washed sky hung casually over the college on the hill. (I'm sure the engineers don't appreciate it.)

Meanwhile in my rear view mirror, black silhouettes rise up against the golden sky as the sun sets.

Seal tells me that we're never gonna survive, unless we get a little crazy
-- he may be right

Please Stay On The Line

Hello Internets.

I missed you.

Did you miss me?

I know we've gone our separate ways these last few months...I can't say that I was happy about it. I tried to use the time constructively, built some things, grew some things, did some things. So it wasn't a complete waste of time.

But let's be honest, it's not like when you and I were together. Crazy mad love, ours was. Furtive embraces, long, smoldering looks, and sweaty, panting nights that were all arms, elbows and soft naked thighs.

I missed that.

I missed you.

What we had was special. Or so I thought, until I found you hanging out with my friends all the time, beaming smiles at them that had once been beamed at me. Inviting them with your cleavage, and your mesmerizing walk. I admit it - I was jealous. We were no longer the "it" couple, and I found it hard to move on. Some would say I had to be led kicking and screaming, and indeed at first, there were some tears shed.

But I'm over that now. I know nothing goes forever.

A lot has happened since we last spoke (meaningfully anyway - those drive by "Hiya's" and fake, "You look good's" aside) - the end of Michael Jackson's trial, the breakup of Brad and Jen, the breakup of Bono and George Dubya, the bird flu, the hurricanes, the whatsherface coke scandal.

But all that means nothing to me. Sure its entertaining, but its not intimate and lustful, like our previous get-togethers. Like a lesbian midget making love to an albino dwarf on a unicycle, we were so exciting and yet so wrong for each other.

I miss you Internets. I miss you bad.

I'll whisper this into your delicate ear, in case you're embarassed.

Come back to me baby. The bed is warm and soft. I brought a bottle of wine, and some chocolate.
And I need what only you can give.
It feels so good...let's tango one more time.

Are you in?

Beautiful

I heard a song...It touched my heart...thought I'd share.

Rascal Flatts - Skin Lyrics

Sarah Beth is scared to death
To hear what the doctor will say
She hasn't been well
Since the day that she fell
And the bruise, it just won't go away
So she sits and see waits with her mother and dad
and Flips through an old magazine
Til the nurse with the smile
Stands at the door
And says will you please come with me

Sarah Beth is scared to death
Cause the doctor just told her the news
Between the red cells and white
Something's not right
But we're gonna take care of you
Six chances in ten it won't come back again
With the therapy were gonna try
It's just been approved
It's the strongest there is
I think we caught it in time
Sarah Beth closes her eyes

and She dreams she's dancing
Around and around without any cares
And her very first love is holding her close
And the soft wind is blowing her hair

Sarah Beth is scared to death
As she sits holding her mom
Cause it would be a mistake
For someone to take
A girl with no hair to the prom
For, just this morning right there on her pillow
Was the cruellest of any surprise
And she cried when she gathered it all in her hands
The proof that she couldn't deny
Sarah Beth closes her eyes

and She dreams she's dancing
Around and around without any cares
and her very first love was holding her close
and the soft wind is blowing her hair

It's quarter to seven
That boy's at the door
And her daddy ushers him in
And when he takes off his cap
They all start to cry
Cause this morning where his hair had been
Softly, she touches just skin
They go dancing around and around
Without any cares
And her very first true love is holding her close
For a moment she isn't scared...