The questions you don't ask out loud?

I wonder what song was playing in her sound track as she left and walked out the door- sat the note on the kitchen table?

I wonder what song was playing when he regretted it.

I wonder what she wore on their first date.

I wonder how he felt when he decided to be unfaithful. Excited?

I wonder is her heart beat fast the first time he touched her knee.

I wonder if she is a picky eater.

Does she ask for chop sticks at a Thai restaurant?

Use the word plethora?

Like exclamation points?!!

Did she have a good sense of humor.

If circumstances were different would I not hate her so much.

Would I notice her shoes in a mall.

Did she have American Dolls growing up?

Does she bargain hunt.

Does she know that I spend the free thoughts of my week wondering if I could get away with spitting in her face.

Does she dabble the oil off her pizza-- as if it is going to save her butt from old age dimples.

Does my bus driver have to drive this fast?

Why are we swerving?

Why the hell did he stop at a rest stop forever only to now be speeding in inclement weather on the highway?

I wanted to ask him? WHAT are you doing-- why are you putting that money in your wallet.

Do you think it is ok to go to a basketball game on Friday nights now?
Are you sharing that fish with her? Please don't.

Are you happier now? With your choices? Is this how you envisioned spending the last moments of life?

Do I really need to take my car in because of that warning light?

Am I going to have to live in North Dakota at the end of the day?

Will I make friends.

Why is my furnace going out?

would you do it all over again?

Do you really think I look that much better with long hair-- because I hate it.

Do you ever do just what you want to do?


Then I did it, I deleted the last five questions because I can't even type them out loud.

For with their utterances comes an admission. One that shines brightly of insecurity and fear.

Long gone from those moments, I start to think about getting home and my fleece sheets.


What is real love? A simple lesson of never ceasing tolerance towards the most disgusting thing about another? or pure blindness.

We just passed a minivan in a ditch.. maybe e will slow down now. Nope.


If I grew old and all I did was complain and moan about everything-- would you still love me?

Why do my feet smell like pickled jalapenos.

Does god really care about all that- all that junk. All that stuff I've been told.

Or does he really care about your openness to not harming others.

And to what extent can you live your life that way before you actually start hurting people.

Like, for example- all those people who are so self-righteous to let you know all the good they do and how they delicately broach a subject-- and it is just so nauseating because you feel like they are giving themselves a big fat pat on the back every time they open their mouths.. and then they come across like they are being "humble" and they say something like-- and it's not because I am so great-- but because God is good and he is working through me. ah.... Does that gross God out too? I think it does. does he throw up in his mouth a little bit and say "paaaleeeeze." I think so. Maybe not. Maybe he is as easily fooled by insincerity as others.

Does God stay awake during our church service? I suppose he doesn't since he is resting since it is sabbath and all.


What do edible underwear taste like?

If I buy some can we open them and eat them like fruit by the foot with a PBJ sandwich for lunch sometime-- with baked beans to?

At what point do we stop trying something that fails?

I've heard it said that insanity is doing the same thing over and over hoping for a different result. Is praying the same prayer over and over a form of insanity?

Would everything be just as good this time.