See? I'm not dead!

It's been a bit since I've updated, so I wanted to write to assure those of you who care that I'm still here. Or...well...if I am dead then I look pretty fucking good for a reanimated corpse. (And pretty fucking bad for a normal living human twenty-something.)

Anyway, I've been quite busy. Just got back from a cruise to the Cayman Islands and Cozumel, Mexico a week ago. It was fabulous and I'm currently working on the blog describing my trip. It's gonna be a long one. And amusing.

For now I just wanted to wish everyone a Happy Valentine's Day!!!!!!

And I wanted to share a little steam of consciousness sort unpoem thingie:

Cupid's Miss

Lying on my bed, crying into a pillow that I am holding so tightly. My face is hot and my hair sticks to my cheeks, wet by my tears. Gulping for air, I close my eyes.

I'm thirteen again. And it's Chris Vint, quarter back of the football team. I can see him in first period History class. Cute ass, sweet smile, and those ice-colored eyes...devoid of any intelligent thought.

I'm fifteen and here's Doug Lucas, center on the basketball team. He's asking me to dance and it's Valentine's Day. The most popular boy in school with those too-blue eyes...focused only on his cock.

I'm seventeen and it's Joe Carlucci, the quiet loner and creative intellectual. He's kissing me in the front seat of my mother's car. Smoldering, thoughtful brown eyes peering at me through that dissheveled black hair, and the warmest smile in the world...shattered one night by the back of his hand.

I'm eighteen...I'm nineteen...I'm twenty-five...I'm twenty-six and I guess, sometimes, I'm Cupid's miss.