Owner of a homeless heart

Oh the temptation to engage in any attempt to get some attention or comfort out of you is real this evening.

I overdosed on all that hope last night leaving me a long day of rewrites and editing.

I spent the afternoon with the girls who went home after dinner.

I took a bath and laughed at the thought that my wildest fantasy these days consisted of me wanting someone to go to bed early with. I must be old.

I then crafted my response to Jason's latest court expose calling me a porn actress and accused me of just returning from rehab in Ohio.

It was one of those really awesome productive days that makes me sad when I think you are not around to laugh about.

I am getting around to the idea that my temper tantrum needs to come to an end.

It is time that I find my heart a new home.

It has been left homeless in your hands to long.

It's good theater and all for the "readers" but how low can I go?

I have been out on this long ledge with my feelings for you for so long I forgot how long I have been out here alone.

It is almost time to let go. Again. I need good sleep tonight though. So, tonight, love you baby, like a wrecking ball.