titles or no titl... who really cares!!!

She asked me to write a blog about something we had talked about, it didn't seem interesting at all but even the most despicably boring story hits right with a timeless introduction. Here are 7, go ahead pick the best.

1. As she begged, begged and continued to grovel and appeal to any whim within my creative core, it was too late. I had already become introspective.
2. She sat on her edge of the couch while I occupied the far cushion with the “safe distance” one cushion rule applying. She made the repeated request and I was lost in my own thought.
3. I retraced our sporadic steps back through our incredibly unfocused conversation. She (myarson), summoned and requested from the farthest known reaches.
4. Under the lume, she may have been. But I could never have been found.
5. With class she continued to soupcone. With spunk she called for satisfaction. Sassy sentences structured her demands. Postulating with the upmost pluck she addressed me. I was lost in reverie.
6. Unstoppable force meets immoveable object. Girl of southern tenacity but no angle meets boy of proven stubbornness and no reason.
7. She said what this boy had never heard, but even sugar wears off with time.

Heavy Blankets keep me safe

How many times do you wake up in the morning and instantly as the blur ebbs away from your eyes, a rhythm comes rushing into your brain? This my version of radio wake-up calls. It is not what I listened to the night before, it is not that simple. I kid you not my brain knows exactly what sonic caffeine I need injected into my veins the moment my matted hair raises off the pillow. Again it is not what I listened to the night before, it’s what happened to me the day before. What did I talk to God about in my prayers, what did I stare at my ceiling thinking about. My mind knows and when I wake up that next morning my brain has looked through the playlist in “Mitchtunes” and has picked the jam I need. That I need, possibly. Sometimes the song is a soundtrack to something I am trying to forget and get behind me. Sometimes it’s the background music to a temptation. Sometimes though it’s what “eye of the tiger” was for Rocky. Sometimes I am jamming that sound round and around three or four times post-shower, telling me it is going to be just fine. I’m gonna kill it, and that song is no longer a 4min sound bit but a friend. A friend that listened to me and was that running start needed to get over the terrible hill.

Incomplete set of examples:

- P.O.S. : I am angry at a circumstance/situation

- K.O.L : Horny or heart-ache

- Hospital Beds: Got knocked hard but no hope lost.

- Rocks Tonic Juice: pointless girl trouble, it’s negligible. Happy to hate.

- Sowing Season: it’s raining

THE HOT SEAT

The hot seat.
Not referring to the phrase used when “Who wants to be a Millionaire” was what everyone got together to watch at family friends house’s.

The hot Seat.
When one is in the computer lab and within viewing distance is someone very attractive and you look and them and they look at you. They finish before you and leave, to be replaced by someone of equal or increased attractiveness. With whom you meet eyes.