Wednesday, March 27, 2013

"Thought Process of a Frustrated Writer"

Below is a short piece I composed the other night while I was experiencing Writer's Block.  One of my friends recommended I come up with a word to use as a theme and see where it would take me.  So, here is the half-hearted "finished" product of my under active imagination, which I hope will provide some enjoyment to at least one of you.

Stifle.
Stifled.
Stifled thoughts.
Stifled thoughts, dreams.
Stifled thoughts, dreams, and notions.
Stifled thoughts, dreams, and notions of a man.
Stifled thoughts, dreams, and notions of a man working minimum wage.
Stifled thoughts, dreams, and notions of a man working minimum wage as a part-time bartender.
The stifled, drab thoughts, dreams, and notions of a man working minimum wage as a part-time bartender for a strip club named La Playa.
The stifled, drab thoughts, dreams, and notions of a man working minimum wage as a part-time bartender for a strip club named La Playa.  He once wanted to be the owner of the legendary "gentlemen's lounge."
The stifled, drab thoughts, dreams, and notions of a man working minimum wage as a part-time bartender for a strip club named La Playa.  He once wanted to be the owner of the legendary "gentlemen's lounge," but found the stress of looking after demanding performers would only cause him undesired tension.
The stifled, drab thoughts, dreams, and notions of a man working minimum wage as a part-time bartender for a strip club named La Playa.  He once wanted to be the owner of the legendary "gentlemen's lounge," but found the stress of looking after demanding female performers would only cause him undesired tension.  So, he decided to stick with the two women he knew best: Shirley Temple and Bloody Mary.

Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Wintertime in the Spring

I'm not sure about everyone else, but I am ready for higher temperatures.  It may be warm in other regions of the country, but the East Coast is not feeling that love in the slightest.  Sure, it we have had a few sixty-five degree days, but those select few have been cloaked by the penetrating cold.  Even the birds are confused- many of them flew back from the south, expecting it to be warm here in the Mid-Atlantic.  While I do love my college sweatshirts, leggings, and Hunter boots, the novelty of the colder months can wear off rather quickly.


Took this outside when the snow had just started coming down.  I absolutely love the clash between the two seasons represented by the photo.


Personally, I am ninety-degree, dry heat kind of girl; I thrive off strong UV rays (even though my fair, Eastern European skin might not love it) and hot air.  Put me in a pair of pastel colored, chino shorts and you will not see a smile come off my face.  Let's be honest, who couldn't resist sliding their feet in to a pair of flip-flops right about now?  I am hoping Spring will decide to join us soon, but until then, it looks like I'll need to continue layering my clothes.