Lonesome

Sigh.

I need to get out more. I sometimes don't realize how desperate I can be for attention until it's too late. I'm one who craves an audience. It's sad, I'm finding it harder and harder to contain myself when I finally DO get to hang out in a group. I'm probably going to get invited to a nice party and then black out, then come to and realize that I just smeared feces all over the hosts kitchen cabinets. Haha, I guess it's not that bad, but this house certainly sucks the life out of me. I'm going crazy. I just watch my kid all day. Alone. Making paper mache. I'll no doubt start talking to it soon.

But this little guy is looking at me weird. Like he's judging me. He's my favorite one yet! I love him. He's got the cutest little ears and curly tail! He's trying to act all natural during his photo shoot, but he just got so tense. Adorable!

Oooo, a big elephant stampeding toward us! It's head and trunk swaying left and right. I can imagine the dust cloud it would work up if it were real.

Hey there creepy, lurking raven. In any good poems lately? I bet you're sick of being called a crow.

 I'm a disappointment.