maveora

I miss touching her, smelling her on all my things. On one hand, I'm 22, and on the other I know she's 'the one'.

I feel I have the right to be conflicted. Son of a gun, why would fate let me meet her but to laugh? Bah! Emotions are for children, hahaha.

I'm dreading every day that draws me closer to being ensnared, once again, by Conyers. If you are fortunate enough to have never heard of or visited Conyers, I can assure you, it is a place where dreams die. No one intends on staying long, but it's like a smelly tractor beam with no friends, pulling everyone back against their will.

I'ma be in and...
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You chicks is all crazy.

I have some Bob Dylan for a special someone:

It ain't no use in callin' out my name, gal
Like you never done before
It ain't no use in callin' out my name, gal
I can't hear you any more
I'm a-thinkin' and a-wond'rin' walkin down the road
I once loved a woman, a child I'm told
I give her...
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Steak, shrimp, fifty beers in the fridge, and a $200 sack of kush. Good night last night.

I miss my old lady. Problems become exponentially more difficult over distance.

And even though she's mad at me, I just can't quit wanting to improve the situation, even when I'm just too far away.

So, I answer the door this morning, thinking it was going to be my neighbor, but it was some Jehovah Witnesses (on a fucking Monday) and I answered the door naked, bowl in hand and my pitbull going nuts. I always wonder what they think about things like that.

If planes were made of bananas, the great apes would be Jihadists.

Fuck all you people with vaginas.

So I got a new dugout, and I love it, but I shouldn't have spent the money, even though it was minimal.

Just a mere two weeks until me and my buddies lock in our tickets for the Netherlands. Five days in Amsterdam, two in Paris, three star hotel and roundtrip airfare for $680!? Hell yes I'm going!

I'm baked.

"At least these hos big and cute, not big and fucked up, you done fucked a skinny uglass ho, so nigga what's up?"

I love it when song lyrics become actual advice. Especially when it's repeated (almost) verbatim.