Why do you wear that face everyday?

So it's getting cold out and I'm feeling reminiscent of school time.  Buying office supplies and paper and binders.  I graduated and I thought back then that I wouldn't ever miss it, and honestly I don't really miss it per-say but I miss having something to do. A routine.  I knew what I was doing every day.  I have two jobs now and while I usually know what I'm doing when I nanny those 2 days a week, my other job, in an office, is much more unpredictable.  It's nice to have the variety of workdays (filing one day, typing the next, gynastics the next, parks and pb&js the next, proofreading the next) its not really consistent in any way.  Some days I go in and they are like, "Well you can go home, we don't have anything for you to do."  Which in theory is nice because I don't have to work, but in reality it sucks because it means no pay for that day, which literally, completely and ultimately blows large monkey ball sacks.
But right now I'm sitting outside with my boyfriend.  I have a boyfriend now, did I mention that? Probably not considering its been over three months since I last updated.
BEE TEA DOUBLE YOU:  That poem I updated forever ago on here called "Ebb" it just got published in the Poets Across America and I am getting published again in the International Poets of 2012. I'm not sure if I want to send in a poem that I've already written or if I want to write something new.  Problem is right now I'm not feeling particularly inspired to write anything.  I guess maybe if I sat down and gave myself some time I'm sure I could come up with something.  I'm between a poem called "Imbued Atmosphere" and another poem that actually has no name yet, but I forgot that I even wrote it.  I was looking through my computer the other day and came upon it, as it were, and was completely surprised at how good it was.  I remembered writing it after I found it (it was about a dream I had had [which I later wrote into a short story] but it encompassed the feeling of it so beautifully, so wonderfully...I shall put it at the end of this post so you all can read it.

or right now MUAHAHA!!

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this water must be shallow

            its warm

I am hiding from you

            sand slopes down my sides

            black streaks of my skin show through

breathe

the air in this water is heavy in my lungs but it’s still good

it’s safe to swim to the surface now;

fins ripple through the water, moving me upward

gasp

I am naked and my naked body is vulnerable to you now

no longer allowed under the water

            you can drag me down but I will drown

 Yes it is supposed to be spaced like that. Do not question my insanity! The ending it my favorite, perhaps I shall edit it more.  Give it some more time to breathe before fully releasing it to the world.)

So I've kind of completely fallen in love with this bbq sauce called Stubbs.  It's phenomenal.  My amazing boyfriend introduced me to it and there has been no going back.  Annoyingly, they don't sell it at Walmart anymore because they like to have people come in and leave disappointed.  I guess they gotta get their kicks somewhere. 

Bastard nincompoops. 

Hopefully, I will be updating more frequently now that I have kind of started to get things going in a semi-consistent sort of chaotic way.  We will see.  No promises, but some assurances that this will be the case.

Song of the day (thought I'd forget?)    The Boxer by Simon & Garfunkel (respectively)

Illusorily, 

Mav