stolen words.

So, its been awhile since I've last spoken with you. For some reason you don't return my calls. Should I expect anything else? But hey.. its 8:00 on a wednesday night. I've just opened a cheap bottle of malt liquer and let my hair down. I started a new job yesterday. I adore it. I work with books all day, there is nothing better then to be under the constant watch of a thousand words. Its hypnotizing.. Are you happy where you are? are things good and have you found your smile yet? When I left, I realized that I left a piece of me with you, lucky you - you got somthing I never even knew existed. I refuse to let this be about you, I am supposed to be writing about my new job and how happy I am now that I am here and you are gone. Single life is brilliant and you still refuse to read any of this. Billowing bag kites and stolen words. What happend. I can only imagine, its probably why I am in love with somone who doesnt exist. And all the while you thought Alice was a girl. He is my seceret and I will never ever tell. So onwards and upwards my friend. Like a snow day on a sunday I will plow through. Did I mention my tv is stuck on TMC and I am slowly swooning over slow kisses dubbed in black and white? I think you'd be jealus. Last night, Mr. Sinatra asked me for a midnight martini. Oh Frankie! Well I am sorry Mr. Sinatra, I am much to good of a girl for an old cat like you..