days

Today I feel relieved yet stressed had to fix my car and trying to get into a class needed for school. I told my husband I am leaving him this month. Free atl last!

I have a Potbelly pig named Chunky but he really has like fifty million names, I shall list a few: he does not care what I call him, he just wants some of my ice cream

big and fat

chunkins

bigger pigger

weiner dog

baber chunk

piggy

reiny

18. I want to work in a level 1 trauma unit
19. I wish I was a kungfu master and had Bruce lee's babies
20. I want twin girls
21. I absolutely love Ralph Lauren apparel especially shawl collar cardigans, polos, vests and peacoats any man who knows what a toggle button is ... that's hot
22. I love cooking I wish I was a chef
23. I love forensics
24. I hate snakes and will scream if I see them
25. I don't care about nice cars

I want to learn icelandic and go to iceland.
2. I always wanted to learn guitar
3. I love tall skinny guys who are artists or poets
4. I am a writer of poetry
5. I am the bomb at back rubs and my grandpa used to give me 5 cents for them when I was 5
6. I hate mushrooms, seafood, avacados, tomatoes and olives.
7. If I was stranded on an island and could only pick 5 foods to eat for the rest of my life I would pick : sourdough bread, broccoli soup, turkey, mash potatoes, and watermelon
8.I used to put underwear on my head and socks on my hands and box with my brother and sister when I was little.
9. I am so hot for Horatio Kane
10. I used to make my Barbie and Ken have sex by rubbing their bodies together when I was little
11. I clean when I am mad or stressed out.
12.I want to fly a plane
13. I want to skydive
14. I want to go to a sigurros concert.
15. I want to visit Ireland
16. I want to go to england get a tattoo and shag a dirty boy
17. I love wine and want to learn more about it

A little Taste

poem Category: Writing and Poetry

Oh sweet smelling thing
unto you I forever sing
but thou art surrounded by fate
tears have rusted my metallic heart

a crammed pity shrieks my eternal
flushing the pit of emotional urinal
but my crisp red thing is more
clothed in naked burrowing madness

By, Ariotly Poetic

This the first day of the rest of my life, but I do feel quite the same as yesterday with the mundane sounds of monitors and patients bellowing their needs through an ever buzzing call light. That is the life of a Nurse, but to heart I am truely a poet. I ask, " can I calm that chest pain of yours with a poem." Unfortunately not, " take your Nitro."

I went to Africa in August to use the skills I aquired as a nurse to aid the sick and open a clinic in Uganda. Healing the sick I do not, that is the Lord's job, I am simply his assistant. Til later