cheekee.monkee

okay, so i have yet to really write anything in this blog. i've shownyou some work from way back in '92 but let's face it i've written somesince, although quite honestly i use to write a lot more. my writingis at it's best when i'm sad or angry (even love poems) when i'm happyi am just not able to reach that deep. maybe when i'm happy i wouldjust prefer to stay that way so i don't examine much in detail. mywriting has become less poetic and more commentary/rant like. is thiswhat happens as you age?

perhaps i should have waited to start this, oh well - what's done isdone. with all the holidays, i have very little time to myself to sitand write. so much shopping. so many parties. so many visitors. it's not even December yet and i'm already exhausted.

here's my ode to the xmas shopping season:

It's The Most Frustrating Time Of The Year
With the kids always yelling
And everyone telling you "kick into third gear"
It's The Most Frustrating Time Of The Year
It's the most hor-horrific season of all
With those holiday feedings and injurous meetings
When all your finances fall
It's the most hor-horrific season of all

again, please check back again - i will be updating as often as i can create.