What the Hell, weekend?

Hockey game was fun last night. We had pretty good seats, although I think I prefer to sit higher so I can see all the action clearly and not in between people's heads (ah, the curse of the short person down front).

I am currently bleaching the Hell out of my shower because I have been on a cleaning kick this weekend (blah).

I have also been reading a lot of crazy shit about David Cook's tour and some of his more er...persistent fans and the whole thing is rather depressing. I don't know who is worse: the insane fans that follow him across the country or the hateful internet people who mock them and say the most horrible things (even though some of it is funny, not gonna lie). The whole thing makes me sad to be a DC fan somewhat, although I guess every famous person has this going on. I think I will just ignore it all and go to my show (or shows should he decide to come to Texas) and enjoy the music. *sigh* I think I need to bleach my brain after reading all that stuff.

And finally, April is National Poetry Month and although I cannot commit to posting on any kind of regular basis, I figured I would drop a poem or two around here when the mood strikes. So, here ya go!

( When he leaves, he leaves a space )