No Do Overs

I'm so aggravated.
There was a moment .. one brief moment
When I could have
Turned left
But didn't.
Changing direction now
Requires turning around
And retracing my steps.
Boring and perhaps impossible.
Or making a series of
Right turns
That possibly would take me
Back to where I started.

except

No Do Overs

This morning..

"You've been elected to enter the alternate universe. Who would you like to be?"

"What do you mean?"

"Are you dumb?"

"I don't think so. Are you looking for dumb people for the alternate universe?"

"I'm beginning to wonder. They've sent me to see who you would like to be."

"Who is "they" and why do I need to be someone else?"

'The rulers, of course. You want to go to the alternate universe as yourself?"

"I don't know. Can I be a ruler?"

"You are dumb. There are enough rulers. You can be anyone else."

"What if I don't want to go? I have no idea what's there. What if I hate it?"

"Most everyone hates it. But you've been elected and now you have to go. Pick someone to be."

"Will I come back?"

"Some try. I don't suggest it."

"I don't want to. This isn't great but I don't think most everyone hates it. It must be awful over there."

"You're mistaken. It's lovely. It's perfect."

"But you said ..."

"That's what's so perfect about it. You can say and mean anything. Now PICK SOMEONE TO BE!"

"No. Now stop yelling. If I don't pick anyone, I don't have to go?"

"You're annoying me. You've been elected. You have to go. There is only one other choice."

"Maybe I'll pick that. What is it?"

"Neither."

..dreams??

epicness please ..

I want something epic to happen
because
I'm restless
and uncomfortable
and unhappy
and frustrated
and mildly annoyed
at life

and someone stole all the good words
give them back

On being murdered ..

I've resigned myself to never kissing my true love. I've accepted that I'll never know who my crush is, let alone talk to him. I realize it's possible my mother will be murdered in her sleep by some toothless demon. If you find me dead in the morning, I was stabbed with a bloody knife by the ghost girl that lives under my bed.

And I gladly accept responsibility for all these things because I refuse to repost or forward chain texts, bulletins, and now status comments.

So bring it on. I don't mind being lonely, un-kissed, unloved, or murdered if it means I've spared some other poor soul from wasting their time reading that junk. If you want to write, get a blog. If you feel inclined to repost bulletins, find an artist, photographer or musician that would like your help. Quit spreading crap. Your crush won't like you anyway.

My thought for the day.

Parroting Platitudes

Whatever was she talking about
Sitting across the room
Parroting platitudes
And pieties?
Advising advice
"Forgive and forget"
I bite back bitterness
And politely decline,
"No thanks
I'd rather not."

Isabella says..

Boys are dumb
Let's play Barbies

oh to be 7 again

My Castle

Last night I bought a castle
And wandered through the hallways
It was surprisingly warm and bright
For a castle at night
Sun shone through the windows
Flooding every turret and drawing room
Everyone I ever knew and cared about
Lived in the castle
And my cats
The closets were magical
So that whatever I wished to wear
Would appear and was perfect
Music played at the mere thought
Of the tune
And in the seven massive kitchens
There was an endless supply of
Popsicles and Latte's and Green Beans

I love dreams