I now know

I sleep with content
Every waking moment is filled with living life
What I know now
Is the profound love that we share

My thoughts of you
Are yours of mine
Each discontent with the engaged tone
As each dials the other simultaneously
We are one you and I

And may that fates allow
that I may never be blighted
with the loss of our love

To H from L
Always

Dear God

Dear God,

After all the pleasantries are exchanged, and I know you're fine, after all you are God. Let's get down to business or better still, I beg and you look down amusedly.

So, dear God, tonight when I go to bed I'm praying that you should make me 6 inches taller, only six inches I'm not asking for much. I know you don't make many mistakes, but, just this one time I think that you're manufacturing machines may have had a glitch, because I really do think you owe me those few remaining inches.

And while we're talking about machines with glitches, may I tell you about the saddle bags, can I give them back. I'd like to return them, I didn't actively go out seeking them, I however have been actively trying to get rid of them. Could you look into that?

As for child bearing hips, I'm not exactly trying to get pregnant so I don't exactly need them now. Is there some sort of cold storage that you could hold onto them until further notice, or just keep them, I'm sure there'll be someone else who could put them to better use than me.

I know that it's short notice, but because you created the world and its contents in seven days, little ole me in one night should be cake walk.

yours ever so gratefully,

SJ

Public transportation

In the quest to be green/ ecologically friendly, my new year's resolution was to take public transportation, and walk to the corner store versus drive. A recommendable resolution no doubt, it has however left me more traumatized than I had anticipated:

1) I've been shocked by watching a woman at the tube station make a four course meal from buggers in her nose.

2) I've been packed like a sardine in tube coaches, and when I thought we couldn't possibly fit another human being in the coach, a guy larger than Pavarotti at he's heaviest squeezed in! I still have my wallet imprinted on my rear! And after being in close proximity with people you would think I'd be more friendlier... oh hell no! I'm crabby and have a rude retort at the ready to even the guy who hands out the metro newspaper, he now just quietly hands it over

3) IN trying to be a good employee and get to work early, I calculate my commute to work, and since I want to be a healthy human have started walking to the train station, however, some twit decided to stalk me in the wee hours of the morning...6:30am!!! I do not leave the house until sun up...literally, I'm not in the mood of making a 30 minute brisk walk 15 minutes again! Not to mention people always look at you funny when you're sweating profusely in the train on a cold day!

SO screw being green! I'm not interested in being squashed in a train coach, because national rail want to reap a bigger profit instead of adding more coaches. I do not want to be stalked on the walk to the train station by the neighborhood psychopath. So I spit in the eye on conservationist, I laugh in the face of eco-warriors, I'll spout carbon dioxide like a cow burping methane gas! Being green should not increase my discomfort, it's bad enough I have to work, I don't have to be miserable about it!