worse than blocked
12/21/2007 08:14 p.m.
i have signed on at least once every day with the intention of posting something...anything...and have posted nothing. it's not that i can't think of things to write. there are so many things to write about. but my best drivel has always been emotional and i am sick to death of writing about my emotions. even i think i'm boring at this point. let's face it, i'm divorced (yeah!), miss my kids (sniffle!) and remarried (bliss!) with an adorable little one (aaww!). my childhood was difficult (who's wasn't?) but i'm striving to be a better parent to my own kids (who isn't?). that about sums up all my poetry to date and i'm a little sick of it myself. i wish i could wax poetically about the weather or the landscape or little fuzzy animals or something, but i always end up purging my emotions through poetry. and aren't we all just a little fed up with love poems? don't they all end up saying the same thing? he loves me (yeah!), he hates me (wah!), he doesn't know i love him (sigh!), he isn't worth of me, but i love him anyway (angst), he hurts me but i love him anyway (on the way to being co-dependent)....blah, blah, blah.....blaaahhhh.
I am currently Bleh
I am listening to my son play