the missing

where do they go... the words?
why does the need, the desire to write disappear?

who the hell knows!

because i am just a little stubborn... i will persist to some small degree. if my words read forced and spiritless, so be it.

come monday my south african boy arrives and i will allow myself a weeks vacation. a whole week of soaking in the sunshine of his presence.

the object of my affections and i continue to communicate, our conversations grow a little less stilted. sometimes we even share a chuckle, a moments laughter.
herself has joined match.com, her profile, her photo stare back at me from the computer. rather difficult to imagine her with ANOTHER...
effin' painful actually...

as for myself, i have decided to play matchmaker;-)
i have decided that my new friend from the east coast and jersey girl would make a fabulous couple. i have already been trumpeting the excellence of new friends character in jg's ear. when i journey up to fife, i will extol jg's virtues in new friends ear!

yeah i know...you don't have to say it...
"better to mind my own business" but where, oh where is the fun in that!