All night long

Sometimes I really feel like my cat is fed up with me. An exasperated look with a head tilt, 'Really, I've been repeating the same damn phrases over and over. It took me FOREVER to teach you about the water by the window.' 

And how did she train me to that? Oh right! Bitch can't leave a beverage glass alone. 
Well, I mean, no one's throwing shade on that. Who doesn't love watching beads of condensation lazily trace a haphazard path down an icy glass on a smokin hot night? And who hasn't mistakenly (knowingly) drank someone's drink because it was fresher/more plentiful/had ice? YE without sin!...
She actually looks full of piss and vinegar in this photo and really, aside from all dogs, birds and siamese fighting fish, she is quite a lover. And it's truthfully that she had been sleeping but because she wakes me up all the time when I'm sleeping, I do it to her. Hmm, something cyclical about it now that I am saying it out loud...

She also doesn't know that she's no spring chicken unlike my moderate....steady...mature self. You know! A wise woman mused about age being nothing but a numba' and another sage vixen convinces me time is nothing but a construct at 4 in the morning. I think the reason people think I'm younger than I am is my unabashed enthusiasm for everything. Who doesn't love enthusiasm? I LOVE enthusiasm! I mean, not all the time. Even I'd give me a fresh one. That long distance feeling. But still, being jaded and cool (I'm cool, let's not kid ourselves but I mean 'cool', like ugh *eye roll* cool) takes a lot more effort. She killed a crow bigger than her and dragged it home to show off. I was proud. Moubebe is cool. 

I really think expiration dates are kind of a good suggestion. Assuming it doesn't smell or if you are going to be baking/re-frying at a high heat - I really feel you're solid. Or, I guess, more accurately, I'm testing my body to see what it will let me get away with. I think it's kind of apocalypse training. I wanna survive with the cucaroaches. And hot sauce, you gotta be the boss of your intestines. Hahaha! Napalming the jungle. If you are not reading the Oatmeal, you don't like yourself. Or, we have really different senses of humour. If so - There are gonna be a lot crickets over there with you. 

I think the reason I love so many good times hip hop songs as much as I do is the spirit of the song conveying a total investment in the moment. There is no better party than this party, no more wicked friends than these, no such thing as too much. Hedonism. A throat punch for the person who gets unruly. Stay on this side of the line. But party right up to the line. Forever Young. Sippin' from your cup until it runneth over. 

My sippy cup is really helping me drink so much more water, which is great. That I had to re-read the words sippy cup to realize that maybe a mid-30s individual should have a more mature (pronounced MA-tour) glass, isn't so great. Maybe a sippy cup isn't cool. 

Naw, that ain't it. 

In my mind I'm a real renegade, devil may care! Whimsical and full of bonhomie. One might argue this is the truth as I operate from this platform or that it's a mask convincing in its lurid appeal. I would love to go to a masked ball like super Savannah circa 1902 styles. (currently Googling if that was, in fact, a thing in Savannah in 1902...they sure did! And still do! God bless'em) Featuring a costume with lots of feathers. and a sassy high front hemline and low neckline. Dudes. 
God. I would love a dip into history as presented by Hollywood films. Like the main scene you remember from Moulin Rouge where everyone is boisterous, swilling absinthe, debauchers. Swoon. 

That's all I got right now. 

a haiku

Instantly perform
chances are I'm a winner
just superlative.

xo