martial arts and no love lost

last night i said "monkey fuss." i also said "don't leave until i get back," but that apparently sounded more like "i'm going to the bathroom." and that was almost all. then our first telephonic drama with a chaser of reckless endangerment. closely followed by passive aggression over sleeping arrangements and an uncomfortable hug. i don't understand why this isn't working, i mean all the ingredients are there. this morning i was told to try not to crush any expectations today. i don't have any idea what that means. also, perhaps more importantly, there was a somewhat agitated man standing in the middle of howard and cypress. he threw things at cars, screaming. his every tendon and sinew straining against the confines of skin, seeking blessed freedom. all the cars, including mine, just swung a little bit out of the way to avoid his punches and karate chops. oh, yes- there were a lot of karate chops. i have video. at first, i thought it was funny. but the tortured face is haunting me and i feel like a monster. maybe that's what it meant.

from out of nose

i talk from out of nose, you say i keep the strange accent. what has we do for the halloween? whenever i get a hunger pains, i like to eating. i listen to sound with music for unhappy. welcome to my farm!! sleeping for all day then i get away. with rhyming! i know the spelling. when i am seeing her, my pants are fitting tighter. but has a time with emails that is better than the voices.

how the guest was won

so this is for me to remember, cause my short term memory is super-crap. i will be vague, improper pronouns will flow! and hopefully no one who reads it ( if any...) will know what the hell i'm talking about. also, there will probably be adult themes, brief nudity, and strong language...

-ok, first- she's leaving very soon. any minute practically. i don't want that, but even more, i want to leave too. i don't even care where anymore. she has fully ignited a need for change that has been smoldering, but that i have no idea how to implement.
-we ate fried chicken, of all things! at the beach, of all places. i have a weird, irregular sunburn due to sweating, swimming, laying and general lack of skill in lotion application. but it is already starting to fade into a weird, irregular tan- just like my memories do!
-i accidentally puored vodka into my wine, creating an uber-drink that was alternately called: turbo boost, a "mr. myers", and finally, wonka. it is crazy stuff...
-she told me not to be too nice. i told her i had to be me, but we could meet halfway on that one. i'm totally too nice for her.
-she wanted to sleep with me sunday, and i told her i wasn't real sure about that (i'm stupid.)
-saturday she told me "i don't think you're stupid, but if you keep saying it, i'll change my mind." i guess i say that a lot.
-one of the first things she said to me was "i thought about you while i mastubated the other day. i came really hard." how are you supposed to take that?

origin of the species

there was a kid i used to hang out with named bruce page. he was what you might call a "character." he was the kind of guy that would drive his broke down ass 20 year old car in the fast lane of the highway, even though it only went 42 mph, tops- not be a jerk, mind you, but because he "liked it over there better." so whatever, he used to make up words and have all these catch phrases: winona has cakes, hang a loaf... i don't know, maybe you had to be there. the one i always remember was that he used to say "patience, young wookiehopper." so that's where that came from, i totally stole it. fuck you, bruce!! just kidding.

the sadness begins...

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