GinBaby’s Neighborhood

I like having a long distance relationship. I enjoy the freedom it allows us to follow our dreams, to stay independent. Without swallowing each other up.
But I'm missing my boy like crazy today and Skype worked better when he was in Sweden. I can't wait for Stockholm and the feeling of your arms tightly around me sweet boy. Hurry up and close the deal. I'm waiting ....

Keeping company without me.
The playground is now a parking lot but sometimes I
can still see your face where the swingset used to be.
Our days were always numbered but it’s weird how we
never saw the end. Kissing goodbye was just a formality
until our lips would meet again. You were shaking and I
was shy. Remember when we both fell down into a drunken
pile of laughter? I never imagined tomorrow’s headache
might be our last memory. It’s true. You will always be
somewhere that I can’t be. Somewhere out there, still
thinking of me.

My hands are blistered from gripping too tight.
My body aches from overextending. I’m exhausted
but inspired and thankful to have made you smile.
A little bit of blue can somehow help the light shine through
and when it bounces from wall to wall, you begin to realize
that it was worth it all.

The soundtrack to our meeting
Fills the awkward spaces between our strained breathing
And now the only thing between
Between the two of us
Is your blood and our sweat
I can taste the cigarettes on your tongue while exchanging spit

Um. I'm confused ....

At a recent University of Montana basketball game, I overheard/was distracted by a discussion between two doctors' wives (in their 60s?).  They seemed to agree that Hilary should "just drop out of the race and leave it to Obama".  You heard it here first folks.  Obama has decimated Hilary's base and will be the next big D presidential nominee.  At least in Montana.  On June 3rd.  The last f*&^ing primary of the season.  Where we have like 2 delegates to give. 

In other news, it's obvious I'm not going to be the next presidential nominee.  As such, I am ready to concede and start my campaign to become Montana's only Super-Fly delegate to the national convention.  I just need a little love to get me there.  

Man, I can't believe I haven't picked up any delegates.  I thought by now I'd at least have a couple super-fly delegates on my side.  What's a candidate got to do to get a little respect around here?  sigh.

My Platform: Food, shelter, and poetry.

Oh, and, um, curvy women and beer of course!

Vote for me!  2008!

I am a weapon of mass destruction!