pretty much.

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there's a hundred different things i should be doing right now, but i'm not doing any of them. just don't feel like it. and you know what? i don't have to.

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did not have a good night -- some very bad dreams, with images that are still imprinted on my retinas. there's a bad taste in my mouth, and an odor -- not like something i can smell with my nose, it's deeper than that.

i don't know how to explain it. i hate it when i have dreams like that. most of the time, i don't remember my dreams, or even if i have any. then, out of the blue, one will come along that is so vivid, it's the world upon wake-up that feels like the dream.

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the good things:

Muffin's NST went well -- seems like the little monkey doesn't like the sensors AT ALL, and threw himself a temper tantrum in utero. so funny.

wait until the first time he gets his temperature taken rectally. i bet he won't like that much, either.

and this post from lala made me laugh and brought back some really good memories. five years, girl? FIVE YEARS?? holy shitski, man.

here's to at least fifty more. manservants, that is. heh.

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for you girl, here's something from the same time period. the one and only attempt i've ever made at writing romance. heh.

Cowboy, Take Me Away


I looked up from sweeping the floor in the cavernous warehouse, and saw something I never expected to see. Something that made me rub my tired eyes and wonder if I had been smelling too much solvent.

Sure enough, it was a cowboy leading a horse and I could have sworn something about him was familiar. Of course, I grew up around a few cowboys, but that was a long time and a whole life ago. They weren't great memories he was stirring up.

I swear to God, I'm not lying. He had on boots, chaps and a big old dirt-colored cowboy hat. I could hear the heels of his boots clocking against the cement floor and spurs jingling.

"Hey!!' I cried. "What the hell have you got a horse in here for? The damned thing is shitting all over my floor!"

"Well, darlin, don't be so fussy. You always were a fuss-budget, Betsy," was the answer.

Oh, I knew that hateful voice and my face flushed.

"You asshole," I hissed. "What the hell are you doing here? I'm the janitor of this building and I am not picking up your horse's shit. Get out. And take the shit with you."

Lord have mercy it was Percy McGill, and eternity wouldn't have been long enough for me to never see his face again. I didn't want him to see me like this, but then, I never expected to see him again.

"Betsy, darlin, I've come to get you and take you away from all this", Percy drawled. He lifted his head slightly as he came near, and I could see that smile, those eyes, and I started to feel something besides murderous rage. Something even worse.

I stood there in my janitor's coveralls, ball cap on my head and dirt under my fingernails. I could feel my face starting to crumple, but I wasn't going to let it. I smelled the odor of horseflesh, and shivered.

"If I need rescuing, I can rescue myself, pal. This ain't cow country and you are not a shining knight on that horse. You are a horse's ass, and you can kiss mine. Now get out, before I call the cops."

Percy stopped where he was and the horse stopped behind him, as well behaved as Percy wanted his women to be. He didn't expect this kind of response, I could tell, and was glad I had him off-kilter. I had to keep it that way or things could get ugly.

"You're a feisty lil' filly, I'll give you that. Your daddy sent me to find you and I aim to bring you back where you belong. I'm your destiny Betsy, so come on and fulfill me."

"I'm not sixteen anymore you idiot. This is a free country. You been fulfilling yourself for so many years what's a few more? I'm happy where I'm at, and tell daddy I am not a bale of hay to be tossed around with no never-mind." My pulse was racing.

Do you think any of this pierced that hide of vanity this jerk carried around? Hell no, his skin was as thick as a rhino's and he was just as stupid.

"C'mon Betsy, you know there's something here and you want it. Stop fighting and come on home back where you belong". He looked disdainfully at the overalls I was wearing and the cap on my head, and my blood started to boil.

"You are not fit to lick my boot," I told him. "You just want me for the land, and believe me when I tell you, you will never get it. I am off limits to you; I would rather marry that horse than you. It's probably better hung." I snickered.

Percy flushed and looked murderous. "Now Betsy, that was mean. What did I ever do to you that made you feel this way?"

Oh that was it.

"Remember a certain innocent sixteen year old girl. Percy? Remember the things you said to her? Remember what she did when she realized you wanted me instead, all for the land? Becka was my best friend and you used her and tossed her aside. Do you even visit her grave? You should. You're the reason she is there. Now get out of here. Now."

He didn't even look ashamed. He looked pissed and I got ready, because I knew what he was capable of. He swung himself up on the horse, and came to get me. I had been preparing myself for years, and I could feel the adrenaline pumping. I pulled out the Colt .45 I had in my back pocket, and fired. Right between the eyes. The horse reared and Percy fell off.

Percy is now at rest in a tiny plot behind the warehouse, covered by the new dumpster that came in last week. When he didn't return, I'm sure daddy got the message. I sent a card to Becka's mother, and I bet you're wondering about the horse. Well, they shoot horses, don't they?


~end~


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so sucks, but it was fun to write. kinda feel bad for the horse, though. remember that one person that jumped me because of the "hung like a horse" line? i cut that out in the re-write, and i saved the horse, too. heh.

good times.


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