Too Much Time = Too Much Thinking

I have the attention of a gold fish with one eye in a fish tank surrounded by T.V.s in an RV in Middle America.

But I try. I have this talent of falling asleep in mid paragraph or even mid conversation. It's not that YOURE boring, it's just that I'm bored.

And often enough, I have to prove to you that I really am a good listener by repeating what you had just said even though I didn't comprehend it. I hear words, not ideas.

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I have become more selfish this year. I remember in 2007, I bought more gifts, sent out more cards, made more phone calls. Selfish people get less in return even though they expect more.

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Last night a drunk guy from Hunter's grabbed me to dance with him. We danced closely and his hands traveled. He reached for my crotch and I grabbed his wrist and pulled sternly like a woman avoiding rape.

I dance, I grind... but I don't rape. I always ask permission...even for a kiss. I dance sensually, yes, but my hands stay on your back or the loops of your jeans. I don't dig for treasure. I felt so violated.