I’ve recently rediscovered my love for obnoxiously long baths and have even gone as far as to choreograph play lists. It’s amazing how therapeutic a bath can be, the calming warmth of the water embracing every inch of skin, the soothing smell of lavender and chamomile centering you after a hectic day, the subtle flicker of a candle on the ledge lulling you into relaxation. I love the point in a bath where your muscles become so relaxed they feel as if they could just melt off the bone like an order of barbequed ribs. Long baths allow my mind to wander and think about the ways of yesteryear. I really miss being at the age that if a kid had a 5 inch rat tail and a teenage mutant ninja turtle shirt; he was the cool kid on the playground.
On a slightly less exciting note…I’ve picked up smoking (again). Marlboro reds are my new cancer stick of choice. I’m not proud of it but it beats the alternative, a nervous breakdown.
Oh and Louise is now, completely and utterly, ignoring me. She hasn’t spoken more than 10 words to me in the past week. I’m at the point that I don’t give a rat’s ass anymore. I know I have a lot to offer a friendship and if you don’t have the decency to accept my attempts at befriending you, then up your nose with a rubber hose (yes, I have in fact been hanging around the senior center, thanks).
Shelter me oh genius words
Just give me strength
Just to pen these things
And give me peace to well her wings
- Cartel
XOXO Maxine
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i LOVE the title of this post.
it's so considerate of others. :)
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