Things Haven't Changed... Yet




Things haven't changed the way I wanted them to change... but like I have typed in the title, they haven't changed yet!! I have been delivering some curriculum (resumes, like i've been warned, by an american boy) and I haven't putted my arms down and gave up... but once again, that's yet!!

I find myself reading old letters, especially the ones of my beloved Elizabeth V., I keep seing the magazines, pages of magazines, words she wrote to me and I keep imagining this wonderful woman in the kiosk, daydreaming of fairies, dragons, of feminine boys. I also imagine her fantasizing on those feminine boys' butts and in many ways to spank and abbuse of them!! I feel tempted to write her, but... there's always a but in any story, but things haven't changed yet!! I am owing lots of letters, I am penniless, due to almost three years of unemployment and things are shit... people are shit!! SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!!

First letter I'll have to write (no, not re-write, because my letter to her is written mentally, not in the paper, getting dust in the shelf for two years, by now!) is to my beloved Greek Goddess!! I need her back to my mail box, I need her words, always so filled with reason, I need her imaginary face slap (or butt slap, the way you prefer, my love)!!

There are so many other things I need to do, that I need to change, to improve, but... oh, well, seems the time isn't there yet!! Whenever the time comes, I'll be there doing those changes!!

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