Neglect

Sad neglect. So many thoughts, words, stories, and yet I neglect. Chalk it up to being busy. Spoon on the excuse of work. Stir in summer air, spring flowers, the possibility of taking up kick-boxing. But really it comes down to neglect.

*My sister turned 23 the other day. I have a package put together for her. I even attempted to make her a mixed CD.
*John gave me the most beautiful ring. I scares me little to wear something of so much value - both monitary and personal.
*My skin is growing tan, warm, dry. I feel like I'm ready to be taken out of the oven.
*I looked over some old postings and am disappointed in the direction my writing has come; More personal antidotes and less meaningful rich expressings.
*My house needs to be cleaned. Like a spring cleaning. Soap on floors, windows opened to let in the air. Elminate the dust and lingering cat hair.
*I'm really into the Decemberists right now. Well, at least thier album - Her Majesty.
*I think there are chipmunks living in my attic- or as my sister would say chickmunks.
*I'm trying to tile my bathroom floor- Lord help me is an honest prayer.

I feel like I'm a water ballon growing big and fat at the end of a hose. So much potential, so much inside to be let out. Today I've just gushed it all out. Tomorrow it may leak sadly through a pin hole. I'm going to put more effort into chasing off the neglect.