friends with myself

today i am friends with myself.

i say, "good morning, you...dang! you look refreshed."

i say  "let's do some yoga.

you gonna get your car checked out? eh, it's probably alright. let's hang out instead.

you ever call that one lady who left a voicemail? do it later. let's hang out.

is it cold outside? what are you wearing today?

want to to go out and check how cold it is? sweater? wear the hoodie. you love the hoodie..."

dancing makes it all make sense

fuck it. i don't need it. 

i got it.

nothing and everything...

i'm all llama and no drama.

above any man 

is me

dancing my ass off,

dancing my heart out,

not giving a shit.

no need for coolness, this one's for you.

to my future children: mom had a blast in her day.

she was limber, a teacher, drank her share, and feels your pain.

she believes you are the future.

to the father of my child: lovey did it her way

and won't stop.  only kiss me when you mean it because i can tell the difference.

wanna make out?

i belong everywhere.