Notebook

Most of my notebook is in my head. I tried to work on those pretty little black leather ones that seem so “poetry” but I always loose the damn things and so far my head has not fallen off. I find though, as I get older less things stick in my head so I might have to Velcro a notebook to my body somewhere.

Once my best friend told me to tell her everything I was thinking about while we walked down the street, kind of like a mental tickertape, which by the way I always thought would be the best invention. After three minutes she said, “Okay, stop I am tired.”

So in response to posting a page of my notebook, someone would have to crawl into my ear with a digital camera, which I really don’t think would be a good idea.