yesterdays and used to bes

I used to write here. Stories. Some made up, some true. I used to write more about my days and night and dreams and fears. This was before twitter and Facebook siphoned off some of my energy, I guess. But there’s more to it. I’ve changed. The old cynical me was right about so many […]

sitting on my mutt

Unconscious Mutterings, Week 529 Sweetpea :: Popeye Fuss :: worth the Stocky :: short Reason :: never give me one (to think about you) Humble :: Texas (it’s a city) Purposeful :: walking Week :: End Intimidate :: scare tactics Choice :: hotels Coming home :: awesome I am wiped out after a full weekend. […]