Diggin' Up Bones
I have been dabbling more in writing. And, while typing down some rough ideas, I found this that I wrote three years ago. I want to post it because I not only like the piece, but it shows how far my life has come in three short years. It’s early on a Sunday night and the streets of downtown are desolate, leaving me no reason to exit my room or a good cup of coffee. This leaves a girl some time to ponder the questions in life, and as Adam Pontipee finishes the last lines of “Bless Your Beautiful Hide,” my ponderings for the night come into focus. In an age where there is no need to hear each other’s voices and someone’s wit is measured by the speed of their thumbs, the old-fashioned side of me tends to show through. Yes, I’ll admit that I have turned to the internet to meet people on occasion, both with positive and disastrous results. Sometimes a girl’s got to do what a girl’s got to do, so to speak. However, this stems from somethi...