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January 11, 2009
foux du fa fa foux du fa fa fa fa
January 13, 2009
Something is wrong with my fucking lens. I want to cry.
January 14, 2009
I feel so ugly. How dull. Get the fuck over it and move on. At least I don't have two heads.
January 18, 2009
i have consumed the first five volumes of sandman, jonathan strange & mr norrell (again), the ladies of grace adieu, four seasons of sex & the city, let the right one in (again), half of twilight (again), all three lord of the rings special edition extended dvds (this is including the appendices, which are about eight hours each), watchmen (again), and now i'm going to get started on the manor house dvds...but then bbc entertainment is having a torchwood marathon so i think 'll check that ou, as wellt.
i am pathetique.
January 19, 2009
I'm reading dad's autobiography, "Fighting For Freedom," and I have come across a rather amusing passage:
"I have loved, and been loved by several women in my life...I married Agnes Asante in 1979...by 1989 we had two children, Yaaba and Zeba...Looking back now I see that I was at fault...I did not grow up in a household that valued monogamy..."
Lmao. This shit is classic. Class. Ic.
January 24, 2009
Skin pressed against skin pressed against skin as one warm arm wrapped around another, as fingers pressed against his cheek and glided through his hair. It was all silence, all perfection for a few brief morning minutes and then last night’s events came to one of them, slowly but surely. Finally, he decided to speak.
“Find me a wife, Kyle.”
“Kay.”
“...I’m serious.”
A reassuring squeeze, a kiss on the cheek, “I know.”
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She murmurs again and I say, I say, "If you don’t tell me what it is right now I swear on my grandmother's grave I’ll fucking knock your head in." And then she looked me straight in the eye and her voice got got real loud and shaky and she says,
“I’m fucking pregnant, you ass. I’m having your fucking baby.”
And it gets real quiet in that restaurant, like death sort of quiet, and I look at my reflection in the shine of the table we’re sitting at and for like this little tiny flicker of a moment I notice how much I look like my father, like those pictures of my dad that I’d see my mom staring at when she thought me and my brothers was all fast asleep in our beds.
January 26, 2009
There is a rat. There is a fucking rat.
January 28, 2009
"It ain’t easy to be happy. It’s the hardest thing you ever gonna do. But once you start that shit, once you get the hang of it…it gets better. Cause it’s so easy to be unhappy, right? It’s so easy to feel sorry for yourself, feel like the world is against you and shit. Like every motherfucker on the street just wants to run up on you and mess up your fucking day. Do you know how many dumbass niggas I have to deal with on a daily basis? And do you know the kind of shit I’ve been through? My mom died of AIDS, my dad was a crackhead, my brother was shot in the head right in front of me, I’ve been homeless damn near my entire life…I mean, that’s the kind of shit that can make a motherfucker go crazy. I know niggas on the street now that don’t know they left from they right because of the type of shit they be seeing, traumatizing shit, desensitizing shit. Motherfucker but do I look crazy? Hell nah, I don’t look crazy, because I grow from shit, I learn from shit, I don’t let that shit learn me."
January 30, 2009
I have finally connected with the love of my life. We are ~inseprable~. There is nothing better than just getting to know someone. Someone you know you can always rely on. Someone who you know will never hurt or disappoint you (unless, of course, you let the At the end of the day, when all is said and done, no one else matters. I'm glad I've had this time to grow. Lol I am bonkers.
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