The thoughts are in my mind, but the words just won't come...

...and that seems to be how everything for me is lately.

I don't remember the last time I wrote a poem I liked.
I get ideas. I have my inspirations, but...
I just can't get it onto paper.
It's like my muse stood and said, "Look, Sandy, I just don't think it's working between us. It's not you, it's me."
And sauntered right out of my life.
I bet she had a smile plastered onto her face the entire time.

And now I bet my muse and my computer are conspiring against me.
My stoopid computer won't save the stoopid powerpoint onto the stoopid CD.
Like it's trying to tell me something.
Something like: "DON'T PROCRASTINATE AND TRY TO SAVE AT 9 O'CLOCK THE NIGHT BEFORE IT'S DUE."
Which wouldn't be as bad IF I didn't have other group members counting on me.

But, whatever.
Que sera sera.
Whatever will be will be.

Or, just, c'est la vie. That's life.
Don't fuck with life.
Or it'll fuck you right back. Hard. In the arse.

<3 Sandy

Posted on May 6th, 2007 at 09:09pm

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