Did you feel that
The frick’in thing that hit me took me out for a bit. But I’m back. See the boobs.
If you get hit by a boob, you'll know.. and sometimes you enjoy it.
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Is the Seventh Sense….
I see white boobies!
Yes, those would be mammary glands
It’s only a test
Peaceful and relaxing
Nothing much to say. Just relaxing and feeling somber.
The eyes are sayng the water is fine... now get the hell out of the bathroom so I can have some me time!
Keith Caputo puts me in my depressing happy spot.
My Pink Fantasy
OK, so I’m a little into singers with attitude. Music often helps channel your feelings when you have to have them. Remembering the pain to music allows you to believe something good comes from everything. Too bad I can’t embed the actual video.
I’m Back
Not my back, but I'm back.
Tonight, I want to declare my return to the realm of the living. As my dad said, “Life is too short to remember the ugly things.”
WATCH OUT BITCHES AND THINGS IN BRITCHES! HERE CUMS GUY!!
If I were her shirt… I’d have stretch marks!
So what about his shirt. We all know his shirt would look better in pink. I just wondering if she had been wearing that shirt since eighth grade?
Tank top DOWN!!!
Working thru it
I spoke with my dad and he told me to stop sulking and play World of Warcraft. It will distract me and make me realize life is fleeting and the only way to gain experience to to get out there and kill something.
Yeh, the acid rain burns!
My Dad
I’m visiting him. He makes sense. Sometimes it takes time for it to get to me. Osmosis of words is silly at beast. (lol 666).
It Happened Again
Today was one of those days you would like to not have. I felt rather dark waking up, and it just got worst from there.
Ok, that’s not fair. I felt good, not great, but good. And so I went to work, doing an afternoon shift on a snowy day. I made good money and was drinking my water and Cokes (i.e. Rum and Cokes to the public) and laughing when a dancer walked by me. I don’t know here name since she was new and usually there is a 90 to 10 chance that she wouldn’t be back tomorrow. But she smelled.
She smelled of Joe. The girl who broke my heart. I felt horrible.
My mind remembered the first moment I smelt that smell. We were both taking a pee when she exited the stall next to mind just at the right moment for me to walk out of mine. We whapped heads and I smelled that smell. It was like Jasmine and sweat. It smelt… beautiful.
And today I smelt it again. And the memories came back. And I felt empty inside.
The Boy didn’t cure me of my woes. I think I knew that before. The only mind that can help me is… my own. And right now, its smelling jasmine and sweat. And missing what could have been.
