Good Morning God, (04/24/2022)
I DO need you more than ever! I pushed myself a bit too hard last week, again. Mindful of my routine, this week I’ll plan on hitting LEGS Monday, BACK AND SHoulders Wednesday and BICEPS AND TRICEPS Thursday. Tuesday, I have STEPS for 2 hours. Friday, MAYBE I’ll be a bit easier on myself. An hour at the casino sounds like fun.
I may chat with a senorita or two. I may spill the beans with my counselor in the next week or two. We gotta reschedule a missed session. That will get done before too long.
I feel like an M&M in my wrapper! It’s crowded in here. I wish these sugarcoated turds would stop touching me. I only have room to focus on one girls needs.
Tell Courtney, Mary, Sarah and Porky to understand I’m not a mindreader. I’ve sent bouquets of roses, chocolates, valentines hand-signed and now I’m looking at eviction notices with their names on it. My new girl is a queen and she wants to be kinged by me and wear my ring.
She’s a goddess. A nice person, a HODLER, and she knows what she has is worth keeping in touch with. She knows I’d kill before I see her cry. She knows my hopes are always high. A lucrative potential was explained on day one. Raging streams of income seeming passive sum up our plans for the future.
She saw potential in me and shared that view so I could resonate with her hopes. My poetry doesn’t always vibe but it helps me un-hide the room for growth. My bars of soap are full of bubbles. My chin has stubble. I feel like the sidepiece they call Rubble.
Really good one, very creative. I like the references to ships & sailing, very appropriate.