yes, it turns out i am a dorkbutt.  i forgot that i worked for the last-minute lame asses of the universe.  of course they came through in the ninth inning and paid fer my damn seminar.  probably because i walked around the last 2 days with a scowl.  and i wasn’t singing.  that’s always a sign that something is terribly wrong.   my songs, like commercial jingles, oft pollute the air.  it’s very odd if i don’t have a song du jour, and let me tell you, they ain’t no cradlesongs neither.

hey, that’s how i communicate.

sorry for the major bellyache of yesterday, but i decided that my word furrows are not for editing or making nice for the reader.  entertaining, maybe.   honied, not so much.

…a bit romantic at times, daydreamy, when i get to looking into the wild blue yonder of tomorrow’s  farm that i’ll be a’buyin.

but anyway.

to make a startling confession, i would have to admit here in front of god and everyone, that i am in fact -  a major horndog.

as far as actually doing stuff with other people in the realms of sexual activity, well that i try to avoid.  just want to preserve my physical and mental health.  back in the day i wasn’t so discreet, just lucky.
i’m often tempted to write about my personal sexual feelings.  but then i don’t.

wouldn’t want to trouble deaf heaven with my wigless cries.

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