I'm sick of little "of age" girls with the mentality of seventh graders.
Seriously? Gossip. Who likes who. Set me up with someone. You should do this. You should do that.
What makes you think I'm going to take the advice of a virgin seriously? A virgin who's never been in love, barely had a real "grown-up" relationship. Really? Absolutely ludicrous. Then, they have the nerve to judge me and my baggage.
Grow up people. Get your emotions toyed with a little. Logic is a sanctuary not enjoyed by humans. It's easy to talk shit when you don't know shit.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
A Game
the weekend is over. my suicide mission complete.
i'm not dead yet
but at the same time,
mission status: incomplete
so now what? where's my next move? it's tough to make that decision right now. i can't see the whole board. even if i could, people aren't chess pieces. they don't make predictable, rational moves. emotions fuck everything up.
i pride myself on my ability to open and my epic talent with end games, but i'm stuck in the middle game right now. who knows where this will go. i just have to let the game develop. there are two players here, each with their own mechanisms and desires
problem is: this isn't a game. people get hurt. people have gotten hurt. i'm pretty sure there will be more pain in the future, but all you need is that one day to make you feel more alive than you ever thought you could be to reassure you. i need some more of those days
i'm not dead yet
but at the same time,
mission status: incomplete
so now what? where's my next move? it's tough to make that decision right now. i can't see the whole board. even if i could, people aren't chess pieces. they don't make predictable, rational moves. emotions fuck everything up.
i pride myself on my ability to open and my epic talent with end games, but i'm stuck in the middle game right now. who knows where this will go. i just have to let the game develop. there are two players here, each with their own mechanisms and desires
problem is: this isn't a game. people get hurt. people have gotten hurt. i'm pretty sure there will be more pain in the future, but all you need is that one day to make you feel more alive than you ever thought you could be to reassure you. i need some more of those days
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Heroine
She is my heroine.
She gives me highs,
And subsequent lows.
She's addictive.
She's bad for me.
She costs a lot of money to keep up.
She consumes a lot of my time.
She runs through my veins,
Because I inject her daily.
When she isn't there,
I'm miserable.
She is my savior.
She'll be the death of me,
But right now,
All I want to do is be with her.
She is my drug.
She is my love.
She gives me highs,
And subsequent lows.
She's addictive.
She's bad for me.
She costs a lot of money to keep up.
She consumes a lot of my time.
She runs through my veins,
Because I inject her daily.
When she isn't there,
I'm miserable.
She is my savior.
She'll be the death of me,
But right now,
All I want to do is be with her.
She is my drug.
She is my love.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Bumpin uglies
that is such a disgusting, yet humorous, way to describe the beautiful act of love making. it does however, hold some merit.
many members of either sex will agree that genitalia, be it male or female, isn't necessarily the most attractive part of human anatomy.
"balls are saggy and gross"
"vaginas look like monsters"
blah blah blah...
but there are some that enjoy the sight of a fresh, hard dick, or a nice, juicy vagina. perhaps this enjoyment stems merely from the physical pleasure that generally follows an encounter with such a sighting. this blogger cannot fathom the optical joy of such things.
GROSS!
many members of either sex will agree that genitalia, be it male or female, isn't necessarily the most attractive part of human anatomy.
"balls are saggy and gross"
"vaginas look like monsters"
blah blah blah...
but there are some that enjoy the sight of a fresh, hard dick, or a nice, juicy vagina. perhaps this enjoyment stems merely from the physical pleasure that generally follows an encounter with such a sighting. this blogger cannot fathom the optical joy of such things.
GROSS!
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