Pome

I wrote some good "pomes" today. (Yes, spelled wrongly on purpose). This one I like:

boasting,
green, orange-throated lizard--
bold on the wooden fence.
doesn't see the mockingbird.
who sees him.


There's more I wrote, but they are on this sheet of paper in my carry on airplane luggage, and I would need to go grab it and drag it in here. Again, with the whole previously mentioned "lame ass" ness, I'm trying to avoid writing here. But I am really not all that interested in the Italian Job again. (as also previously mentioned.)

But the cat says mew. And demands three days worth of pets. Is mew cat for "hey lame ass"?

OOOOOH and guess what? FINALLY after years of waiting, the new Steven King Dark Tower book is OUT OUT OUT and guess who owns it already? Mmmm hmmmm. And it was 30% off. So you know what I'll be doing later (after The Eye-tal-ian Job is over. Piffle. Don't wanna wait. ::pouts::) Reminds self to be grateful that self has good friends who take self out to dinner and buy self birthday presents. And cards. And make the restaraunt waiters sing birthday songs and bring balloons.

Self really needs to stop talking about self in third person.

Self is annoyingly hiccuping. Self goes back to Marky Mark's marky goodness.