Someone told me he liked my writings,
two guys told me the same about my photographs.
A friend left me a sweet, secret, message.
A follower left a comment.
I drank breakfast alone (coffee, in front of the computer).
I eat my lunch alone (fish, rice and water)
I asked a friend if he wanted to have dinner with me, he said no;
I had dinner alone (a pineapple filled whole-grain bar and juice).
A chap, that I could easily fancy, said hi (just because).
A chap, that I used to be fond of, said: You know what I love about you?
(I didn’t, now I do; he told me, it was nice).
Don't let that part of you fade - he replied, when I thanked him.
I did not have sex
(and I did not have sexual relations with that woman).
I did run around with the resident dog.
I added five friends and two strangers to Facebook.
I wrote six posts (two in prose and four weird poems; counting this one).
I chatted with my aunt on the phone
(in the background, I could hear grandma talking).
I had quite a lovely, tiny, conversation with quite a lovely, tiny, gal.
I did not cry.
I took between 150 and 250 photographs; uploaded eleven.
I had six different conversations via Messenger
Some were cute, some were boring.
I wrote this as my What-is-on-your-mind? status:
“This girl will self-destruct in five seconds. Good luck, Jim.”
(A nice suicide note, if you happen to know someone named Jim)
I think it is funny, but nobody commented on it.
It’s 8:52 pm and I am listening to Bob Dylan
(Thinking about the opening credits of Watchmen).
I believe it is a lovely song to end this post with,
so the post ends but the day will continue…