Monday, March 14, 2011

From the iPod, I don't know the date.

Waiting for the meeting to begin, wishing there was more porn on my iPod.

Sometimes, the words will just not come. I search my mind for stories and I find none that I can tell.

Every once in awhile someone will ask whether or not I miss the guy that retired at the beginning of the year. I always feel a little guilty when I say that I don't and that it is because he was so angry towards the end.

There are times when I have to take a deep breath or two but I will try to move on.


I just want to be with her.


Melissa said...

I miss you.

Timothy said...

I miss you, too.