charmed, i'm sure.

oh, my sleeping queen.
i love playing house with you.
here in paradise....

outside room 15.

sit in a standstill.
third grade all over again.
when will lunchtime end?

yer own. personal. jamrock.

dick lickin' lap cat.
soft, guttural kitty sighs.
paws for a moment....

early monday morning.

she just bit my hand.
and now she's cozying up.
warm breath on my neck....

i apologize.

i'm losing my grip.
internalizing the stress.
acting like a dick....

a pleasant rainy night.

lovely evening.
feeling a little better.
thanks for all the laughs....

lovely.

laying in my bed.
listening to the raindrops.
next to my best friend....

sleepyhead.

got to take a nap.
but now i am real tired.
how does that make sense?

eighth grade dance circle stylee.

my feet are aching.
my bones are getting sluggish.
boy, my girl can dance....

zzzzzzz.

sing a lullaby.
now the moon turns out it's lite.
dream sweet dreams for me....

damn it.

and now i'm concerned.
i was feeling better, too.
now what was that for?

know your kids.

oh, i believe it.
guess i'll eat your burrito.
daddy knows what's up....

make it stop.

fuck this fucking day.
hate the sound of my own voice.
i have a problem....

geez.

come back upstairs, please.
now where did i leave my cat?
wynter, put that down!

unblock me.

focus on the now.
and stop making the bad shape.
the glass is half full.....

stop knocking on my brain.

hello, monday night.
my growling stomach greets you.
now get the fuck out....

jimbo and bird.

my brothers are rad.
they are made up of awesome.
you cannot compare....

young 'uns.

kids grow up so fast.
it's hard to believe sometimes.
blink and you'll miss it....

we are cat people.

i love fuzzy cat.
making happy little sounds.
jamrock is our friend....

houdini.

all tied up in knots.
crazy little thing called love.
she is my escape....