Bee STING

Morning, I am waking up to a quite pleasant feeling of melancholy tunes in my head. My body feels refreshed and I am well hydrated. I did not drink a drop of alcohol last night. I was sober besides the contact buzz I received walking into the sea of crowdedness. Hippies! Kind bravery, I accept the gifts, those foreigners sent from another planet. I had plenty of friends back in the day who were “the real thing”. You can’t be mean to a hippie because they love everyone. Hugs, received with much love. What a concert the Dave Mathews Band put on. The music must have been real great when I used to listen to them. Remember when the song Satellite came out on the radio. They didn’t play that song last night, darn! I wish I would have seen them play years ago. The kids I went to see the concert with, had been saying he was sounding more like Sting in his later years. Maybe he listens to Sting? My mind was wondering off. Maybe I would see that other special guy at this concert, the one other guy I had not mentioned. Before I started dating Chipper I was half way seeing another guy. Oops! He was kinda lame thought too. He was my type but maybe too shy. Personality differences were a major hurdle. Much to my surprise I ended it with a phone message. Funny how quickly things end with an emotional meltdown. I guess I was having a bad day and he my quest for some comforting. Not only hadn’t he returned my calls for a week but I can’t even get the OK from the guard to see him. He is always NOT AVAILABLE and I say that is pissing me off. How can one man be to busy to return a call, maybe he is Lazy. Any thing but the ignoring stuff. I can’t communicate with him and I know he digs me too. There’s always this thing called timing on these relationships and our time isn’t now. Get over it. Well, I will rap it up for now, must go and make together (TODAY) productive.
Sincerely, Sunflower