Ode to a Beachball

Today is one of pain on this
beautiful day of fall
For I feel all swollen and buoyant
like a round fat beachball

This ode is really for me,
the Beachball with Lips
I hate the cramps, the bad mood
and how nothing seems to fit

Ode to the beachball,
the one with lips

G 'n me 'n my Journal

I've just finished my journal entry. G had asked me to start keeping a journal on a regular basis back when we met last October. I kept it up regularly because it was easier when we were miles apart, but when we met I assumed I wouldn't have to keep making entries into it. Well, never assume right?

Let me tell you that I'm not a journal writer. I'm sure you can tell by how often I keep up with this blog. But keeping a journal is something that I reluctantly agreed to do because it pleased G, and I love pleasing that man. He wants an entry every single day. My entries are short and sweet (like me!). Sometimes though I have some big ass long entries, which make me feel accomplished. I asked G are you sure you don't mind that most of my entries are short dribbles of boring stuff? A lot of it is even repeat stuff that I have already talked to you about. He said, that's fine.

So I write.

And aren't you lucky reading this? I thought I'd share this tidbit of info with you ;-)

-xo