Dear Diary,
"Saturday night is the loneliest night of the week"
but I don't think I ever danced cheek-to-cheek
with any another guy, let alone one I was really interested in,
and I don't think that had anything to do with what to do
with my eyeglasses.
And Saturday afternoon isn't special anymore,
the way it used to be with "Creature Feature" and "Kung-Fu Theater",
now that we can stream so much any time at all.
@Earl-of-Trumps saidI wonder how "cross my palm with silver" would work out these days.
@rookie54
Tell the palm-reader to charge the same rates at night. jeeesh
dear diary,
woke up this morning to an awful racket
got up and went to the back door and looked outside and there was a dang ole hawk, on its back, being pummeled by two birds i could not identify
when i opened the door to politely tell them to shut the squawk up, all three flew away in a tornado of feathers and hurt feelings
so,
how's yer day going?
@rookie54 saidGot any spare rope? Maybe you could make a makeshift belt and hitch your pants way above your hips like guys used to do in the 1920s and 30s (just the hitching up -- don't know if they used rope belts for that).
dear diary,
i cain't find my suspenders
pants are fallin off my butt
not a happy camper
@Arkturos saidYup 🙃.
Dear Diary,
"Saturday night is the loneliest night of the week"
but I don't think I ever danced cheek-to-cheek
with any another guy, let alone one I was really interested in,
and I don't think that had anything to do with what to do
with my eyeglasses.
And Saturday afternoon isn't special anymore,
the way it used to be with "Creature Feature" and "Kung-Fu Theater",
now that we can stream so much any time at all.
Dear Diary,
Love, laughter, companionship, sitting with a friend that brings a smile, filling the soft breeze, spinning, tumbling as it goes by.
Alone, stillness, silence, nothing to move the air, nothing left inside.
A floorboard creaks, the staircase sighs, a doorknob turns, the sounds are only mine.
Standing at the window, watching, day dreaming as the soft breeze blows by, will it ever be my turn again before all my breezes drift by.
Locked in my mind, the door near by, I can’t reach out, I’m locked inside. One more breeze to gently blow by, heart screams out, just one more soft breeze to gently blow by…
@mike69 saidWow! Such a kindred spirit.
Yup 🙃.
Dear Diary,
Love, laughter, companionship, sitting with a friend that brings a smile, filling the soft breeze, spinning, tumbling as it goes by.
Alone, stillness, silence, nothing to move the air, nothing left inside.
A floorboard creaks, the staircase sighs, a doorknob turns, the sounds are only mine.
Standing at the window, watching, day dreaming as the s ...[text shortened]... One more breeze to gently blow by, heart screams out, just one more soft breeze to gently blow by…
