I Like Your Poetry, But I Hate Your Poems
Some days are like that. You know the ones: You talk and talk, but nobody really seems to listen? Maybe it’s because my sinuses are still mutinous (eeewww, that almost sounds gross!), maybe it’s because I’m tired, but today just did not feel very productive. No matter. American Idol is on tonight, and it’s Jerk Chicken on the grill for dinner. Maybe tomorrow I’ll be back to my ususal ass-kicking self. A girl can dream….
