I really hope Laputa takes my comment to her in her latest entry seriously. The very things she's talking about are the issues I struggle with in my journal and my life. I hope she sees that I might be someone she could eventually brain puke too and feel understood. To desire someone both physically and mentally and emotionally....that's wonderful. Psychotic but wonderful. I hope she isn't squicked into thinking I just want her booty...I want her mind. It's way more interesting in the long run. But the booty is good too. Just I want more.
It's not often you find someone wanting to brain puke. I want to with so many people and I want them to do it to me back and it's hard to find. But here's to hoping. The strange thing is, I have the ability to find spots in people and make them brain puke but often they feel like I'm trying to be too deep too quickly. I just don't want bullshit anymore from the people I care about. I want them. All of them. Deep thoughts and the things that you have come to fear the most are the things I deal with on a day to day. I like knowing I'm not alone. So, here's to hoping we talk.
Now, onto business.
- It Was The Best Of Shifts, It Was The Worst Of Shifts -
The worst can be summed up in one sentence: I was two hours late for work cause everyone in my house decided to leave and not tell me. I had no ride and had to wait until one of them came home. So I was late and never really got comfortable on the floor.
The good however, was that UltimateLewser, Oryon and Kaitee all showed up at my Waffle House to chill with me. So wonderful having people I like in my place of work finally. It was almost as if I was a human again. The Boys of Summer were both cool as hell and Kaitee was like the little sistercousin I never had. I felt so alive. So human. How tragic that I get to do this so little. We have photographic evidence coming of this event along with a bitchin new picture of me. Stay tuned...
Another good night on the floor cash wise. 40 clams in 6 hours. I made my line estimates for the entire week that I'd need for driving school and paying my phone bill so Monday will be a big day for the Big Negro. Preferably Tuesday but I think I need to get the classes paid for and done so I don't have a chance to procrastinate any more. Gotta get driving...
So overall, it wasn't a bad night. Snorted some clear, met some SG ATL peeps in my Waffle House, made money and still got the store cleaned for first shift. Not a horrible night at all. Could have been better...but who knows?
I had other things to say but for now, I think I'm going to go quiet. I might make myself into a South Park character to counter O's depiction of me as a crying terrorist. It's funny...but thought provoking.
Lew, O, Kai - Thanks you for coming. All of you. You made this negro's night. Laputa, think about my proposal. I'm not bad company. Curiosity.....yeah. Sure. skittles_delight, I hope you're feeling better soon dearest. Shilovah, we must finally get some of these conversational balloons popped. Soon. Everyone else, be real and be well.
Later. Hopefully with pictures.
It's not often you find someone wanting to brain puke. I want to with so many people and I want them to do it to me back and it's hard to find. But here's to hoping. The strange thing is, I have the ability to find spots in people and make them brain puke but often they feel like I'm trying to be too deep too quickly. I just don't want bullshit anymore from the people I care about. I want them. All of them. Deep thoughts and the things that you have come to fear the most are the things I deal with on a day to day. I like knowing I'm not alone. So, here's to hoping we talk.
Now, onto business.
- It Was The Best Of Shifts, It Was The Worst Of Shifts -
The worst can be summed up in one sentence: I was two hours late for work cause everyone in my house decided to leave and not tell me. I had no ride and had to wait until one of them came home. So I was late and never really got comfortable on the floor.
The good however, was that UltimateLewser, Oryon and Kaitee all showed up at my Waffle House to chill with me. So wonderful having people I like in my place of work finally. It was almost as if I was a human again. The Boys of Summer were both cool as hell and Kaitee was like the little sistercousin I never had. I felt so alive. So human. How tragic that I get to do this so little. We have photographic evidence coming of this event along with a bitchin new picture of me. Stay tuned...
Another good night on the floor cash wise. 40 clams in 6 hours. I made my line estimates for the entire week that I'd need for driving school and paying my phone bill so Monday will be a big day for the Big Negro. Preferably Tuesday but I think I need to get the classes paid for and done so I don't have a chance to procrastinate any more. Gotta get driving...
So overall, it wasn't a bad night. Snorted some clear, met some SG ATL peeps in my Waffle House, made money and still got the store cleaned for first shift. Not a horrible night at all. Could have been better...but who knows?
I had other things to say but for now, I think I'm going to go quiet. I might make myself into a South Park character to counter O's depiction of me as a crying terrorist. It's funny...but thought provoking.
Lew, O, Kai - Thanks you for coming. All of you. You made this negro's night. Laputa, think about my proposal. I'm not bad company. Curiosity.....yeah. Sure. skittles_delight, I hope you're feeling better soon dearest. Shilovah, we must finally get some of these conversational balloons popped. Soon. Everyone else, be real and be well.
Later. Hopefully with pictures.
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i wrote more personal stuff in my livejournal if you by any chance have one. *kisses*