Seven Sentences for Sunday: The It Smells Like a Skunk In Here Edition

1. Why do the “miles to” signs suddenly start adding kilometers about 40 miles out from Chattanooga? Did Tennessee not get the memo that American metric died with the ’80’s?
2. I’ve had “The Good Ship Lollipop” stuck in my head for the past three days. I’m ready to commit myself.
3. They have their fair share of arguments, but nothing warms my heart quite like the giggles that Rhett and Paisley share when they talk about eating eyeballs and pooping on heads.
4. I’ve recently discovered that when I get incredibly anxious I start speaking French in my head. I think I’ve done this for years and only just now have realized it. C’est bizarre, non?
5. That Ashton Kutcher commercial where his wedding ring is so prominent when he holds the camera in his hand kind of makes me sad.
6. I’m thinking about finding a pity-boyfriend to keep through winter when it’s cold and gloomy outside. Where should I find him?
7. I have stopped swearing of late and I feel like less of a woman. I have to wonder, doth the potty mouth make me strong?

I love you all, some more than others.

Upon the Constellations We Rise

Two lost loves, one gray, one green

Married each other sight unseen.

Through the air they embraced

Then swiftly departed through time and space

Every night he’d hear her song

The taste of her breath for which he’d long

Would simmer gently along his lips

He’d cross galaxies for just one kiss

Their fates unite them, though circumstances divide

Among the cosmos they remain true and tried

For when again they shall come together

And cut the strings that do them tether

No stormy grounds, nor earthly fires

Will quell their eternal love’s desires.

Seven Sentences for Sunday: The Post-Rapture Edition

Back by popular demand, here are this week’s Seven Sentences for Sunday:

1. Hoax by crazy fundamentalists to bring light to their cause or not, this rapture stuff was fun.
2. It doesn’t matter how old I get, road tripping by myself with the tunes cranked in the car and the wind blowing my hair into a mess is one of the greatest pleasures in my life.
3. The neighbors in the hotel room next to me are having sex for the second time this morning, and I am trying not to be jealous that they are partaking in one of the other great pleasures in my life.
4. My difficult decision this morning consists of Waffle House or Cracker Barrel as I go on my post-concert breakfast binge.
5. I find myself wondering what the hell I’m going to do with Jolie this summer, but then I remember that my Mommy pants fit just fine when I get home and get into my weekly routine.
6. I have stopped wondering where I am going and am just going…somehow I manage to turn just before I run into a wall.
7. I’ve given in, let go, given up, left behind, and jumped in head first this week…next week I’d like fewer prepositions and to leap in with my whole freaking body instead of one piece at a time.

I love you all, some more than others…

Trespassing Lips

“If I were to be your lover,” she said, gazing up from her resting spot of his criss-crossed legs, “I’d one day become petulant and a bother.”

“Never,” he said. “You’re far too interesting.” Read the rest of this entry »