“She wished he’d stop touching her. Not because she didn’t like it but because she liked it far too much. It made her hunger for things that could never be hers. And if someone went hungry for too long, they started to starve. Started to hurt.”
Slave to Sensation, Nalini Singh
Just pack up and leave. Never to return. Travel the world through road-trips and flights. See history, concerts, and art in architecture. Let natures colors change with the location of latitude and longitude. Find a little apartment in another town or city and take some random job that pays the bills and leaves a little left over for savings and fun stuff. Forget all the people from the past. Meet new people for the future or just right now.
I just don’t seem to be interested in anything. It is looking like a dull night. The Oscars have messed with my TV watching tonight. I have a book I must finish but I can’t seem to sit and read it. Only the hum of the refrigerator, the click of the clock, and the clicking of my fingers on the keyboard.
One way to fight my boredom is with writing but even this has come difficultly.
Random Thoughts today:
Why haven’t I read any Hunter S. Thomas? I am finding some quotes I like and now I wonder if I would like his writing. This puts me at a disadvantage since I promised myself I wouldn’t buy anymore books this year (at least during lent) without reading some of the ones I own and haven’t read yet.
There is always the Library.
Quotes:
“Faster, faster, until the thrill of speed overcomes the fear of death”
– Hunter S. Thompson
and
“Sex without love is as hollow and ridiculous as love without sex.”
– Hunter S. Thompson
Oh and the question from earlier. Should I start another Tumblr to just reblog and keep this one just for my experimental writing. Still thinking about that. Maybe just keep it the way it is. Liking and posting.
Now some physical writing….maybe.
You tie me down with your words. Red rubbed deep and blistering pink. Faces with empty stares and deep thoughts. Plans of forever with stitches of light.
I am a coward. I don’t know how to free myself. Limited to walls with the same cracked views.
Time to gush about Ravenswood Wine. Not only are their wines amazing but their customer service, even better.
I had to wait to post this because this gift was for someone else and I didn’t want to give away the present! It was more of a replacement gift.
We visited Ravenswood Winery in Sonoma California about two years ago. We tried tasty wines and walked away with their (If I remember correctly) complementarity Ravenswood logo wine glass with the black etching. Sometime after returning from the trip, I was doing the dishes for this person. The glass somehow cracked up the cup portion of the wineglass in the drain board. This person was very nice about it and now the glass just stands on a shelf. I don’t know why I didn’t think of replacing the glass sooner.
On their website you can only purchase their wine. I emailed them and I spoke to Kristin. She was so nice and helpful. I had told her I was in no rush but they shipped it fast and packed the glass well.
I will never touch/wash this person’s new glass. I should have ordered two so I could be better prepared if I crack another one but I know the people at Ravenswood wine are there to help me and my clumsiness.
If you ever get the chance to go to California, visit Ravenswood Winery in Sonoma.
I saw you but I don’t think you saw me. You were maybe a half a block away with your black windbreaker and red scarf hung loose around your neck. I had a feeling you would be out walking.
I didn’t call out to you. You were just out of range. I figured we would keep walking towards each other but then you turned the corner. Did you see me? I had my phone. I could have contacted you in someway but I just walked on.
I don’t count a glass of wine as drinking alone when I have a good book to keep me company.
Sunday is such a slow day. If you want to do something, you are forced to do nothing.
Drive till it is Monday. The roads filled with few cars. Just speed along looking at the death around you left brown and bare. There is a smell of snow with warm air under the cold breeze. The sound of scurry could be an animal moving the lifeless leaves looking for a green of food or just the wind tricking you. You could be the only life left in this bitter air. Trees have cut off leaves of nutrient and confiscated for themselves. You are cut off from people. You put behind you people and people forget about you.
I think I finally came up with a possible tattoo idea. I am a happy, smiley person for the most part. I do have a slight problem of being to hard on myself and it is in no particular area. If I make a mistake, I feel I’m not where I should be, I’m late for a very important appointment, or someone looks at me the wrong way. I guess most can say it is the way of a Virgo but I know it is my way. It’s hard to change. It isn’t until I’m not in the moment of beating myself up that I look at myself and laugh or just shake my head at my ridiculousness.
This tattoo could be something to look at in those moments. Calm me, remind me, just bring me back to reality, and point out my craziness. Are you ready?
“Always look on the bright side of life.”
Don’t know where it would go but if you are reading this and you know me you will know I am most likely never getting a tattoo but it’s a nice fantasy I play out and now I’m one step closer.
Random Thoughts 
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