Gosh... For poets, the men here don't say much I'm getting these lame notes: "Hi! What's up?" -or- "Hi, my name is.... write me ( with an e-mail address)" Wahhhhhhhh!! I miss my Jim. He wasn't like that. He talked to me like a real person. Is this a poetry site or a dating site? I'm just thinking out loud.
If I was faster, I feel like shooting a curare dart out of my blow gun and running in front of it. I tried last night but I got rug burn trying to dive in front of them. I am getting quicker...which is encouraging. Or I was thinking...maybe I can lay on my back and shoot one straight up, just short of the ceiling.
(Jim...you're going to hate me.. I ate the chocolate malted Easter egg off your bunny and also it's chocolate ears....better hurry back before I eat the peeps).