This morning, the sun was shining, S sent me a cute photo of himself, and building maintenance guys are coming to fix the noise we've been suffering with 16 hours a day, seven days a week. Relief is on the way! And my period arrived, two days earlier than the full moon. My whole body has untensed. No more pain. Another egg shed.
Erykah Badu popped up on shuffle to remind me that even a goddess like Badu has dated a loser like Tyrone. Then Doja Cat popped up on shuffle to remind me that even a goddess like Doja Cat once dated a loser too.
Then Johnny Cash singin' about the daughter of a railroad man, "She won't be stayin' long at any station." Hell yes train songs. This is a nice playlist, when did I make this? How sweet of me to do that for me.
100 incredible women of every genre on this playlist, yet they all dated the same dumb man. Those men must be on sale at a bargain bin at the Dollar Store, manufactured like clones from a factory, because I swear every lyric is describing the same damn man. Even the divine Maya Angelou suffered fools.
The skies have produced weeks of rain, to fill the waterfalls and lakes I'll want to see later. I can look forward to practicing harp with raindrops dribbling majestically down my tall windows. I'll craft my new direction, new dreams for 2023. New dances, new songs. Time to start thinking about what my new years resolution will be.
I giggled to myself thinking about the abbreviated names of all my drunks and gentlemen callers: M, N, R, S... I'm working my way through the alphabet? I saved the best relationship for last: Z.
~ Zoela
8:48 a.m. - 2022-12-05