sorry i forgot all about the actually come apart...i had just fed and was beginning to saddle horses and put them at their stations, while walking across to torch from tying up camo i all of a sudden realize in one wk they will all be gone....and i lost it completely. while im sitting indian style in the middle of the pasture holding a hater, a curry comb and a soft brush balling my eyes out i know that nothing after this will ever be the same....
i as most of you know cant handle being bored. I need and want everything to happen now and faster. I have never been able to hold down a job with little care about it...i get bored and im done with anything and everything. i changed men like underwear until i met blw, for some reason he fits like they ( jen, rob, ash) do. they are solid, unchanging, over analizing, perfectionist, ocd, unorganized, never on time level people that i just blow around like a hurricane wind blow againist the cliffs. the clifs dont move they just stay still till the wind calms down.
there will be no more....jen saddling my horse because im to drunk or her sitting sideways on the alley way watching my run. drinking white russians and watching horse porn. crown shots with ash before we run. sitting for hours stoned watching people pull in to a barrel race. me reading barrel horse news to her because she is driving. rob and i partying late into the nite downtown. having to jump beau off thru the excape door because my current make over horse wont back out. or me waiting on any of them because i know they are always late.
i as most of you know cant handle being bored. I need and want everything to happen now and faster. I have never been able to hold down a job with little care about it...i get bored and im done with anything and everything. i changed men like underwear until i met blw, for some reason he fits like they ( jen, rob, ash) do. they are solid, unchanging, over analizing, perfectionist, ocd, unorganized, never on time level people that i just blow around like a hurricane wind blow againist the cliffs. the clifs dont move they just stay still till the wind calms down.
there will be no more....jen saddling my horse because im to drunk or her sitting sideways on the alley way watching my run. drinking white russians and watching horse porn. crown shots with ash before we run. sitting for hours stoned watching people pull in to a barrel race. me reading barrel horse news to her because she is driving. rob and i partying late into the nite downtown. having to jump beau off thru the excape door because my current make over horse wont back out. or me waiting on any of them because i know they are always late.
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I don't mean to always be late. I almost always mean to be on-time. Life just won't let me!
And I'm not totally unorganized. I know where most things are, so I'm a sort of disorganized-organized soul, though I'm still not finding those pink wraps, dammit!
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