They say only the boring get bored, but as this stint in prison inches its way to the decide mark, my powers of amusement are being sorely tested. Just give me a conversation that doesn't remind me why I worked my butt off to graduate high school early. I didn't care about who was kissing whom or got caught doing what then, and I care less now.
A little vicarious adventure? Some witticism? If you can't tell I have a penchant for the unique, look closer at me playing kissy face with my pet rat. That was after we drove to Texas from our natal Pac NW.
I'm also a confirmed bibliophile-reading them or writing them. I've actually been published during this sojourn in the joint. I crochet; I cook. Ha! Ha! No wonder this husband of mine sticks with me through thick and thin. I guess I'm just Suzy Homemaker with a peculiar idea of standing by my people, as I'm well acquainted with "actions speak louder than words."
Drop me a line before I drop below the waves of ennui crashing around me in this ocean of bottom-feeding lifeforms.