who would dream about shaving guinea pigs?

For days I've been thinking about my next post, trying to decide what the next love that will grace this page will be and I have not been able to think of anything.
I don't feel love and I don't feel loved.
It's hard to keep your eye on the prize when you don't know where or what the prize is. Just a long meaningless life with many disappointments and lost friends.




Dear Odd Shoes,

i love you
I saw you at the pub on Friday night, you and your odd shoes. Checkered on one foot, black and something or rather on the other. I thought to myself, 'goodness that is cool, I could definitely go for a guy who wears odd shoes.'
I didn't talk to you though, I'm not sure why. I talked to plenty of other guys but you and your shoes intimidated me a little. I think you were wearing a love heart necklace too.
I don't know many boys who wear odd shoes and love heart necklaces, I guess I didn't talk to you because I cared whether or not you talked back, usually this is of little consequence to me.
I left the pub, I was rather drunk I think and I hung around the front like vomit hangs around the Newie and I saw you, sitting across the street on the steps looking at me. Waiting for me?
me and my odd earrings?
my matching shoes?
Thank you for walking me home,

And thank you for waiting,
(L)