If happiness is empty rooms and drinkin’ in the afternoon. Well, I suppose I’m happy as a clam.

There has been a little project I have been working on in my spare time. Considering how much of that I have of late, I thought I would get your assistance.

I have been working on a playlist of sorts. I have been trying to put together a list of songs that have to do with Sundays. But not just any Sunday. A specific type of Sunday. The songs have to be about those Sundays when you are feeling a little down because of all the awful stuff you did to yourself on Saturday. Or about nesting on Sundays. Good examples would be Kristofferson's 'Sunday Mornin Comin Down' or 'Sunday Morning' by No Doubt. 'Sunday Bloody Sunday' by U2 is the wrong idea.

Any takers?

Contradiction Girl wakes up

8am text destroys my plans.
'Don't come. We need to talk.'
three hours before I get a voice, three hours away.
'I'm really sorry.'
huh...
'I am attracted to you.'
but...
'I like spending time with you.'
uh...
'It's some of the best sex I have ever had.'
hmm...
'I just think it's best we end it now,
because it will... hurt... more... later.'

Contrary Boy passes the time

Clutching my cozy arm as we lay,

    her lids get heavy and close.

         Electric twitches find their way

            to arms and legs, fingers and toes.

                As her breath turns deep and even

                    stillness falls upon her body.

If you think I'll sit around as the world goes by...

It's been a while, but tonight I feel the need to make a small list of some of the things I am thankful for.

manic girls - dear lord, you make me smile in a way that stays with me for days.

unexpected phone calls - i knew you were there, but was glad you answered.

tacos - when was the last time you had taco night?

home for a rest - you'll have to excuse me i'm not at my best.

small sins - the original version might be better, but hell has a lot of room.

haphazard habitat - it was nice to see the folks and grab the swag.

'There is only so much you can tell the man who can't be told...'

Self-doubt is a curious thing. It creeps up on you and chomps on your behind like a creature from last week's bad horror movie. The chomp hurts and the venom is strong, acting fast, coursing through your veins before you know it, making life a pain in the ass.

But sometimes you get a glimpse, a glimpse of a better way. Like a distant light in a darkened cave, the glimpse draws you ever closer until you smell the fresh air of daylight and you smile. Of course you do, why wouldn't you? The light is shining, the air is fresh and your ass is remarkable well healed.

And mania insues.

But only for a short while.

'Indeed I is, me old cock...'

My trip home ended a couple of days ago.

'Incredible' wouldn't do it justice.

Again, I was surprised, although I shouldn't be time and time again, by how difficult it was to leave. For now, I am just trying to dwell on the awesomeness. Awesomeness of standing on my cabin's deck and looking out to sea to see the Sun, and gulls, and eagles, and osprey, and fishing boats, and humpbacks all living on an expanse I just can't comprehend. And the only human sound to be heard for miles is the 'wow' of the amazing woman standing next to me.

For those few I saw and probably didn't see enough: Sorry, I needed some me time.

For those that weren't there for the whole thing, here are a few words that were said to me and still echo in my ears:

Whatayat
Yummy
B'ys
Cozy
Ducky
Safe
Trouble
Rail
Stunned
Festival
Snuggle
S'mores!
Cracked
Missus
Hola
Roadies?