So this past week was my birthday.43 now.
And got a second wave of my summer cold. So yay.
I did get the tattoo.
A period got dropped, but can get touch ups for free.
Trying to decide if can make it long enough to watch Walking Dead. Might head to bed early and that would suck.
Sorry can’t stay longer. Will get back to you next week.
Just a raggedy old thing.
But if it could talk, oh the stories it would have.
The people who have slept under it. The nights spent wrapped around others. The times it was clenched in a small hand.
The washing, mendings, and additions.
So much history. Touchable history.
They’re hideous things, if you think about it.
Just something about them has always bothered me. I mean, the general design is kinda meh, but coupled with that color? The worst.
Oh, I am aware my opinion is most likely in the minority. But I don’t care.
You won’t catch me dead in one.
I’ve never seen one before, have you?
I mean, I’ve heard them described. Who hasn’t really. But actually seeing one, huh, really different.
And not where I would ever think of seeing one. I mean, everyone comes here. It could have been anyone besides us who saw it. Anyone.
You think it means something, that it was us who saw it instead of someone else? Like it was supposed to be us?
Meant for us, even?
Yeah, I know we should tell somebody. Just wait a minute. I wanna look some more.
Who do you think he was?
Oh, I totally agree with you. Never mind what he said, it was the way he said it most of all.
He told me he was going to keep quiet about it, swore on his life.
Guess his life wasn’t worth more than being right.
Of course it was your idea to tell him. Even after I said you shouldn’t. Even though you knew what happened before.
But hey, glass houses and everything, right?
Course, I learned from my mistake.
Oh, I’ve tried, believe you me.
Sometimes I come close, but more often I end up doing the same things, making the same choices.
I’ve become better at damage control than at seeing ways out.
So I thank you for your concern, but believe me when I tell you that it’s wasted.
Find another lost cause, you’ll be happier.
And frankly, so will I.
What am I saying, of course you knew.
And you let me go on with it. To watch me swinging in the breeze like an idiot.
Yeah, very funny. Hope you enjoyed yourself. Hope you laughed your ass off.
Hope you’re good at looking over your shoulder 24/7.
At discerning between harmless noises and those maybe you better check out. And being sure you know who is your friend and who likes me better.
But no need to start right away. Oh no, I’ll give you plenty of time to get comfortable and settled in. To forget my words, to not take them seriously.
Your face will be more priceless that way.
Well hello.
Today it shall be hot chocolate for me, though let’s face it, the real chocolate day is tomorrow when they go on sale. 😉
Here in Arizona, it is also a birthday. Our statehood day – February 14, 1912.
All last week was warm weather, low 80s. Though it still dips down to the 50s at night, so still wearing the thermal under my work shirt for the moment.
I found a list of prompts for February on Fb so have been doing that. Managing to do each day’s, might just keep it up each month if can keep finding the lists.
Not too much going on. Work is blah only cause it’s work.
I might be getting a tattoo this month. If do, be going to a buddy of mine’s shop for it. Will present the proof if applicable.
I find myself just wanting to enjoy this day. Had a person get pissy with me last night at work, so looking to balance that out today.
Enjoy the day with your someone, or yourself. Cause in the end, it’s still just another day you’re alive and holds the promise of every other day.
And now for your musical interlude.
Desert Words 