Again and again and again

I have an awful habit,
For this I am sorry,
Of telling over and over again,
The same old boring story.

It may be of interest to me,
Or a funny definition,
But I am sure it is annoying
On the one hundredth repetition.

I try my best not to echo
Myself again, and yet-
My memory is not the best,
And I often forget.

I have to apologize,
I have the inclination,
To repeat my little anecdotes,
Much to other's frustration.

Weightloss haiku.

Been tracking my food
Today I hit ten pounds lost
A lovely milestone.

Posting for the sake of posting.

I said I would try to write every day.  I wrote today, and thought they both sucked, but since I haven't come up with anything better, here they are.  I was pretty bummed out today, which is why they look like teenaged angst.  Sorry.

Effort #1
How can the heart,
Be so sad,
Over something imagined,
But never had?

Effort #2
Why do I persist
When I know in my brain,
In reading things,
That cause me pain?

They hurt my heart,
They hurt my head,
What has been seen,
Can't be unread.

I guess that second poem really applies to today's entry.  I said sorry. 

Yeah, that was me.

I read a site,
(well, I read a few)
This one tells some parents,
To S T F U.

I admit that I worry,
I don't want to find,
My inane Facebook updates,
With comments unkind.

I try my best not to post,
Things that might make you sick,
Like vomit, blood, poop,
Or a genital pic.

I try to be funny,
Stay on the light side,
Give an upbeat impression,
And not be cranky or snide.

I ended up on the site!
But not for being crass,
I'm just in the thread,
A sarcastic smartass.

Still, I will strive,
Try to keep my clue,
So I won't need to be told:
Hey, S T F U.

Twitter

Checked out the twitter
So, just like Facebook status?
With less characters.

Curse you, Bulk Barn!

I did not shout or wave my fist around at all.  It's called poetic license.

First time at Bulk Barn
Bin upon bin
Let's check out
what's within

I don't need that.
Or that or this.
This weird stuff,
I'll give a miss.

I have a coupon,
Three dollars off,
If I spend ten dollars.
No way, I scoff.

Oh, I'll get some of this,
And that looks neat,
The two year old
Gets a special treat.

Ok, that's good.
I'll go check out.
Forty dollars!?
No way! I shout.

Bulk barn, you win.
I wave my fist.
But next time I come,
I come with a list. 

Second Cup Green Tea Latte.

Green tea latte
In my cup so creamy,
Like custard in a mug
You taste so dreamy.

I wish I could drink you
Every single AM
But I can't, there's problems,
Here, I will say them:

First of all, latte,
You cost dollars four,
If I drank you every day,
I would be much more poor.

All of your calories,
They would make me fatter,
"Oh well," I hear you say
"That just wouldn't matter!"

You devious drink,
It matters to me.
And so I will tell you,
How it is going to be.

An occasional treat,
Is my conviction.
Once every few weeks,
I'll indulge my addiction.