My Absence
My muse has run away. I hope to be able to write again without him, but I don't know.
He was actually my personal cabana boy and I relied upon him to bring me fruity adult beverages with little tiny umbrellas. Those drinky-poos and his handsome visage caused the words to flow like coconut-scented tanning oil.
Right now I am just grieving the loss.
I just know the asshole is some place warm not even giving me a second thought.
Serves me right for hiring on looks.
14 Deserve Mamma's Love:
I was thinking about you the other day -- come back!
Oh, come on, surely in these hard economic times you can find yourself another cabana boy.
Well, he's not here. Why? Cuz it certainly ain't warm where I am. Get yourself a Winter Wonderland muse ... he wears ski boots (and not much else). He'll bring you mulled wine or a hot toddy.
hey you. happy new year!
Who needs cabana boys, anyway?
If you find your muse, ask him if he's seen mine.
(Maybe we were supposed to pay them???)
I think your cabana boy ran off with mine too! GAH! What good is a hot young tanned cabana boy if he runs off all the time?
Muse schmuse, get in your car and find him!
is there like a muse manager you can complain to?
All in good time.
I need to get me one of those!
He thinks about you, often. I just won't let him near the laptop.
Twitter has taken him from you.
*ducks*
He was smart to duck out. It's cold and wet here.
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