4 posts tagged “creative”
I thought it was time to customize the banner on the blog. It's something I've been dabbling with for a while now, but haven't figured out what exactly to do. I didn't want to change the name of the blog, because it's something that has made me giggle since the first time the words were uttered from my husband's mouth..."I'm just a bug on the windshield of life, baby." (Ok, perhaps he didn't say the baby part, but if fits, doesn't it?)
So, here are the fruits of my labor...although it wasn't much labor. Anywho, it's fun and it works and makes me happy. Hope everyone else enjoys it too. :)
Overwhelmed with emotion, he reached out his hand in a vain attempt to hold onto something he'd lost long ago. She was well out of his reach, so he lowered his head and hand, sobbing freely. He knew she was gone, and had been for years.
"He should have listened," she thought. "This never would have happened if he had listend to me! We could still be together."
His sobs consumed him. His grief was all he knew, and he collapsed onto the ground in a heap - a mess of tears and snot.
"Why? Damn it!" she continued to think. "Why did he let her back into his life? How could he, knowing how manipulative she is? He knew that slut would just use him up and spit him out."
People stared at him, and he didn't care. He looked again to her walking away and was astonished that the only ridiculous, childish, grief stricken thought that came to his head was how good her ass looked in those pants. He pounded his head with his fist for that idiotic thought, and curled into a sobbing fetal position.
"That good for nothing asshole! Thinking he could come here, and lay that bullshit on me! I found the note, smelled the perfume, tasted the sweetness of her on his lips. How could he be so cruel? He'll pay. One day karma will come around the corner and bite him in the ass!"
As his sobs subsided, he got himself together, and unheeded by the stares he received from those around him, he went he went on his way.
