Oh WordPress, you fool, why do you even try to make suggestions to me on what to write about?
I take your challenge, you blogging system, that ensnares me into your grip, and 3:30 in the morning, horns outside are blaring, I live a half block from the center of the bar and club scene of Louisville.
“Shaddup lady, I’m writing here!!” I scream at some people for randomness they can talk about later as they eat their 9 dollar breakfast platter from some greasy spoon down the street.
Away from the mean old writer taking his dog out for her nightly pee break.
“Did you see his sleep pants??? Spongebob Squarepants?! Who wears THAT!?” the lady laughs, three cocktails just now hitting her brain.
So here I sit, still wondering what to write about, failing miserably, but my usual poems, stuck on some back burner, slowly simmering away will be back again some time soon, for your devouring eyes to read, hopefully with glee.
But tonight, you get a “Suggestion” post, something delightful to read, perhaps to enjoy, or not, matters your taste I guess.
What will it be about?
A cocktail?
Don’t mind if I do!
Good night sweet men, sweet ladies, those eyes drift close, and I say ado!
WANDERING WHERE I AM GOING! 