Got invited to an imaginary party!
Sounded dodgy so I went
My imaginary publisher was there, my imaginary fan, and my imaginary stylist did a great job!
Those kevlar SPANX are the fucking bomb
You shoulda seen me!
Then I remembered where I was which was on the path over there and Daisy had taken full advantage of my zoning out and was nowhere proving that absence makes the heart wonder which I added so you can brush up on your adages because you never know. So I called and called. Daisy! I called sweetly when people were around and DAISY! I called harshly when they weren’t. But mostly they were, around I mean, and I guess everybody was in their own little world, too, because they were just sort of smiling, you know, even laughing a little I think. It was kinda sweet, you know, the dreamy bunch.
And then I saw her and now I know what I want for Christmas or before if you’re into the spirits already
I want a 360 neck swivel, a down-view mirror, or some common sense please because Daisy was there all along. Right at my feet. Circling. Laughing along with everybody else.
The little this
Spellcheck’s clearly taken a side here.
Anyway. Got me to thinking
I mean there she was, right fucking there, but I assumed she’d fled the scene, you know, and was off rolling in poo or eating it or creating it or maybe she was on her way back home because she recently learned a new trick – told you there’d be an adage – and it involves, the trick I mean, a little treat that I leave on the doorstep and when we’re a couple of houses away I let her off the leash and she fucking bombs. She’s part whippet. Runs like the wind.
And I thought she had
I guess it’s a grass is always greener sitch or a water’s always bluer or a house is always cleaner or – okay fuck I’ll stop already – but you know what I mean and if you don’t those adages probably went right over your head.
Anyway. What I was thinking is maybe what we’re looking for is right at our feet, you know?
Maybe it’s happiness or love or maybe it’s just a nice, solid footing you’re looking for so you know maybe just look down at where your feet meet the earth and be grateful a minute. I sure am.
And if I’m full of shit and nothing’s there but cold hard ground, I know a fun little party you can crash. Imagine that!
Which is a nice place to end this little whateveritis, but you know me. If I’ve got one more little idea in my head sure as shit I’m putting it in yours, and this one involves an entire lifestyle change.
