deadlines

i don't like deadlines, in fact, my subconscious (minds) rebels against deadlines so well that when i am presented with a deadline, the first thought process appears to be (not that i consciously think it, ya see) how bad will it be if i miss the deadline and i suppose that prioritizing deadlines is sensible, so i could rationalize it professionally and all, but i laugh at that even as i'll sell it well when it matters (like to keep a job or to put a smile on a friend's face, for instance... remember belated birthdays?) so anyway, when i come here to leave a few words to record bits and pieces of this life i experience for myself and anyone who cares, i smile happilly (sometimes gleefully) at the written words (for the love of words) and smile altruistically (sometimes euphorically) at the caring that keeps me coming back to record this life and smile wishfully (almost always blissfully peacefully) at the hope that keeps me sharing the words publically and i smile knowingly (sometimes wistfully) at the loneliness that wants someone to share the life i experience in words and in the physical space and time as i sit here hoping for a comment of some sort like the moment after i leave a few words here like "cool" or "yay" or "wow, wish i had your life" (ok, so the last one is ridiculous ego crap, but it's worth a try... or a laugh... i mean, i could have let libido slip one in like "oh, i love how you turn me on can i come over and jump your bones right now please?" but that would be cheesy, maybe even sappy {or chocolate icing and whipped cream if you are into food with your sex}, so i didn't), but even though i wish someone cared enough to be waiting for words and share back immediately, there is no deadline for a few caring words to be left here and was that a hint? and if you are not laughing, you were never really here :)

bullsugar! :)