This is a poem I wrote*

"mirabelle's triple layer mousse cake, you are my everything"

sets the tone

of pulling a double tonight;

My wanderlust is creeping up on me:

i am a lonesome hobo.

homing alone.

having a sunny day on a rainy one.

home alone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

:is going to be dead and then shpongled...

(if ya spit in the sky, it fall in your eyes, whoa, that's no lie.)

not drinking this week:

lip hurts! I'm starving!

:means allergies or the swine flu.

(*three guesses as to the origin of this poem. Winner gets my credit card debt.)