damn winter itch and unreliable coworkers

When I say I’ve got winter itch I am not suggesting I’m itching to go outside or be active, oh no, I’m used to crazy cold winters and own more than enough bundlewear to brace even the fierest of winter winds. No, what I mean is the damned dry skin EVERYWHERE. I can’t moisturize enough to keep up, and it drives me nuts! I look gross and dirty constantly scratching at myself, and I know it only irritates my skin more, but good lord it’s annoying. I wish it were spring. Oh what I woudln’t do for some nice nonskindestroyingseasonalair.

2nd rant – I was at work nine hours today due to a call in. I should’ve been able to leave at 3:30 and attend to paperwork I needed to sort at 3:oo when they were suppose to come, but oh no, they called in sick, and while there are people I would believe actually being sick, this little buttface is almost always late and slacks off. Oye.

on a positive note I dyed my hair a darker  brown and I love it.

I’ve also been trying to write poetry, but I’m lacking the inspiration, foul cranked out moods will have that effect, but not just today, for the last few weeks.

here’s a rough start of one I scribbled down during a break recently.

it’s a beautiful dance we engage in, an intricate illusion to be sure
        the most becoming coming of age fairytale,
It’s a stunning tale to behold
                               one of truth, of love, of something better than we held before
the threatening reality pushes us to determinately cling, trying to grip the memory of what was
   watching it slide in a strikingly sarrowful manner down our hands caressing our viens, teasing our life, as the tomorrows cease to be bright and our womb life before living is our finest delight
          it was the once real hope who’s skeleton we now masquerade about attempting to replenish the life it once held, it was progress for something other, someone other than ourselves.

I’m not sure how I feel about it. I think it’s got potenial, and maybe a bit of tinkering or even just some time to not be staring at and scrutinzing it will make it seem more promising to me. In any event I hope your thursday was a more pleasant one than mine.

until the next post signing out,

-chrish