fuck me and my drama phobia.... it happened again today. i know i was right and i know they know i was right but adversity to confrontation reared its ugly head and i let it pass. i just can't take drama. i hate it in my life and even dislike it in others' lives. some people thrive in turmoil, love to stir it up and manipulate at the drop of a hat. that shit is just not for me and i don't give a shit what or who i am missing out on. i swear it takes a tradegy for some people to act human which is the fuckin tradegy. that's o.k. though because it makes the sincere and soulful people that much easier to spot. with me, that's all it takes. i am attracted to those traits like a lighthouse from a stormy sea. so for the shallow, and you know who you are, fuck you and your dog too...
anyone out there feelin me .....
anyone out there feelin me .....
pumascissors:
I feel you, buddyjack. I'm kinda surprised that somebody found my journal. I appreciate the comment. Yep. Those ghost stories are true. I haven't tried a whole helluva lot of root beers. Barqs has a special place in my so-called heart because we were born in the same place. Biloxi, MS. So what kind of writing project are you working on? You ought to move into Faulkner's house in Oxford, MS. It's right near the Ole Miss campus. You could look after the house, give occasional tours, and work on your short stories. It's pretty similar to your description of the house you want. If my memory serves. Well, I gotta go brush my fangs and work on the boston pig. Hopefully some new ideas will come to me. byebye