This is the personal blog of the lady who runs MotoLady. I ride motorcycles, I am rarely a passenger…?
i want more of my garlic pizza bits from earlier
i am tired, have a headache, want to sleep… but want to go out even more. make me stop hurting so i can go out.
my nose has a hurty spot from blowing it too much
boys are annoying
men are less annoying but seem few and far between
i wish i weren’t all romantical and had some notion of a fairytale lovestory
HOLD IT TOGETHER WOMAN
At least it can always be said of me, ‘Well… at least she’s honest.’
Tattoo appointment is tomorrow at 3p!
I am a conundrum. I am that moment your tongue moves to say something and your brain forgets to send the signal. I am that breath purposely placed between words to give a moment for thought. I am that stutter, that quivering lip before asking someone out. I am the tick in your hand, in your eyebrow, in your neck… the one that you worry gives away your intent.
I am those silences between exchanges when both parties process their thoughts. I am the searing frustration of interruption. I am the relieving calm of understanding.
I am a middleman, always in between, always moving. Always grasping reality from the edges.
Not to mention we’ve got Alicia the one-armed-wonder now… and it’s not even your good arm.
your howl sings to me
like the tapping of rain on a tin roof
or wind blowing through the trees
beneath a full moon
the night sky aglow
your fur tickles me
like the feeling of a sparrows tail
or sun shining on wet skin
damp from the river
that lets you swim in it’s flow
your growl entices me
like the eyes of a once lost lover
or soft lips on bone
accents of femininity
that want your touch
and to give you fever
baby, howl at the moon
and to show you’re eager
purr, because I’ll be there soon
I have imagined you my whole life.