I am boring. That is my problem. People are not coming to my site as much; and well, I am sad. Some still do. Always, and I love them for it. And I try to go to as many other sites as I can. We all talked about me writing a love story. ha. I am wretched. One day I have hope and the next day...I feel the lonliness of this place. And it hurts. We are in August. Today is my Evil Brother's birthday. Randy. I was gonna send him a card. But why. I have done that so often in the past. He hates me. If your mother hates you. Your brother. Your extended family. And neighbors you never met, well, isn't that some kinda message. I was thinking of starting to sell what I got, which isn't much, to at least maybe find a place that is warm for the winter. But my horses. And my dogs.
Ok. Give me some ideas for a love story. Maybe I will try a short one first. OK? Maybe I will not be boring. And if anybody wants some jewery for a very low cost, I got it. And books and what ever. I gotta unload. I can't do the ebay thing cause I don't have the money to start a store. I did it once.
OK. Ideas for a love story. I simply do not feel very bright nor attractive nor.....Oh me. I gotta believe what Patricia said to me. "don't you feel it. Something is happening. Something big." maybe I am feeling the lull before, nonono...no....i was gonna say storm. How about, the emptyness before a miracle. yea, that's the ticket.