So there’s this great big black n blue mark on my Leg from Saturdays’ shenanigans. I’m not quite sure how it got there seeing as I was drunk for the better part of the day. Incredible Hulks, Bahama Mamas, Long Island ice teas, St Paul (?) a mass of swirling distant memories. I remember the room spinning and stumbling into the shower to sober up then applying an avocado mask and passing out in Meme’s hotel room on one of the beds. But I don’t quite remember how I got this blurple mark on my leg and it’s been there ever since. Needless to say I had fun. But I’m not doing any rejoicing just yet. As past experience would have it, I’ve visited had fun ate drank and was merry only to encounter ultimate disappointment within the following weeks. So I’m cautious.
I don’t know why it hurt so much. But people surprise you every day. Nobody likes to remain consistent. I know I shouldn’t be worried about the shyt but I really did care for ole girl. I jus don’t know that I like the new image. A lot of that’s been going around lately. The good’s been leaking thru cracks and crevices out of people. Their experiences change them and their perception and I always get caught in the cross-fire. I honestly wish I knew what I did to this female to have her curse me out and block me like she did. And I know I usually don’t give a shyt about things like that. But I guess I had a lot more respect and held her in higher esteem than the rest. The feeling can only be summed up by the term “Shell Shock”.
lustin after a chick simply coz she looked like a chick u used to fuk with?
She was a cock-eyed chubby cheeked version of Nas and My Ex the mean ass Aquarian. I kissed her but the attraction wasn’t there . Or maybe she just can’t kiss. I don’t really know.
I guess I’m disappointed with the hand that life has dealt. I know I’m a tad ungrateful and it could just be because I haven’t found fulfillment in life. Women can’t provide it nor money. Even though I’m trying my hand at just working hard and getting money I know that my second nature isn’t driven by Greed. So where am I to find this fulfillment? Perhaps the newly opened schedule on Friday means I should be in the back pew of somebody’s church praying for an entrance ramp on the highway to heaven. It’s like I’ve strayed so far that I don’t even know how to get back to where I once was. I’m getting colder n colder n cold from having the world on my shoulders. It’s times like this when I miss Tamica. But I remember how snide she can be and the moment is fleeting.