My mind is like a game of Pong- what else is new?

Okay so this post has two purposes. One to info- the other to update.

-Inform-

Did you know that it's posh to have a lisp? According to Dorothee- this is so. We are currently watching a renovation show. And the announcer makes me crack up everytime she talks about the people being on "sched-schual"... hahahaha. OMG! I love it. She talks about "sched-schual" and I just want to roll on the ground giggling my silly head off. Oh, and Dorothee told me another one that is considered "posh" by the Brits "Is-sue" Instead of issue. OMG. If you really want to have fun- go to your boss and tell them "Excuse me sir, but I have a 'Is-sue' with this 'Sched-schual'". hee heee hee. Ahhhh the Brits.

-Update-

Let me put the Thomas thing these way. I went to see him this morning. On the way I wrote the first part of this thing. Then on the way home I wrote the second.

8:19am

Will I be strong enough to do what I think needs to be done?

Will I be smart & wise enough to see truth through the fog of love?

Will I be brave enough to say the things I fear & deal with the outcome?

1:30pm

I'm not strong, I'm not smart or wise. And I am not brave.

I'm in love.

In otherwords, nothing is really ironed out. But I did figure out something important. I had forgetten that since he's on facebook and one of my friends, he has access to my posts that automatically go there too. Oops.

So since he noticed and was going to read the last post anyways- I read it to him. Let's just say I think he understands now (if not before) that this whole ball of shit is really upsetting me. Will that change anything? - probably not... or may so... I'm not sure. But I do know that there are only three ways this is going to end: 1.) Either he's bad and I find out. 2.) he's good and I have to leave him. Or possibly 3.) He's good and he's coming back with me to the US. So basically there's a 66% change of getting hurt. So I want the time that I can get, while I'm happy. Soooo yeah. I may be stupid- but aren't people supposed to be occasionally? If so- I'm cashing my ticket.

Tiffany got pissed off and wrote another poem. Beware!

I love you my dear, I want only you

No other, No, no other will do.

Your eyes, your mouth, your taste my dear

Your voice, your voice is all I hear.

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Now Run. Now Hide. Now Cover your mouth

For now you must be dumb.

For my balls have rolled away my dear

and it's you I must abstain from.

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Though it's you I love and no one else

its you whom I must pain

for its much to hard to stand for myself

for I've only my love to gain.

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Don't think to badly about him from my poem. He's a great guy. He's just currently sufferering from Male Pattern Stupidity.

Bleed

As many know I write poetry when I'm upset. I actually really like this one I just wrote. I want to share it: If you can't read it click on it. I wanted the words positioned just -so- so I had to do it in a word document and do a screenprint... long process.