da...dum...da...dum.

so here i am
sitting at the pc
with harley propped up on the pillow behind my shoulders
just like when he was a puppy.
he is unusually clingy today.
wonder why.
feels good out today,
but it isn't enough rain.
no wonder i was stiff.
and i don't mean stiff as in my dick got hard.
although...
that would be nice...
anyways.
have you ever just had this feeling of impending doom?

its looming over my head right now.
the scary, dramatic music is playing out.
da....DUM....da.....DUM...
me thinks maybe its time for some james taylor?
yesth, yesth it is.
eh.
i hope mawmaw's okay.
i hope its just bruising thats causing her soreness.
i made her swear to me to go to the dr if she was still sore come monday.
we'll see what becomes of that.
oscars are tonight,
so i reckon my sunday night lineups will be pre empted.
maybe fox will still have its lineup.
i'm getting back to wanting another puppy.
its about damn time i healed up.
bitch ass dumb fuck hillbilly wally eyed whore.
that felt good.
*sigh*
i'm still tired.
feels like a broken record on repeat
i'll get my eng shit done and bitch slap that bastard professor.
i hope he has an itch on his ass that he cant scratch,
and it drives him stark raving mad!!
ok, I've pro-crapstinated enough...
off to boring ass homework hell i go!!

bnb.

am tired of being tired.
blue toes aren't good on me.
loss of appetite.
moronic secretaries @ doctors' offices make my BP rise.
cardiology appt in march
bastard eng professor
get my new PC in march
wedding in march
so much to be thankful for.

for my bella.

grinding nut butter.

all my stresses
took a day's escape
to visit the cure-all place,
folly beach.
i adore that place.
the sea heals all.
it truly does.
we went to some whole foods market
fantabulous
a sign said-
grind your own nut butter!!
hmmm...
rock on.
now back home
i feel better
but all the stresses are not gone.
looking for my happy purple.
bnb.

fucktard.

same same same.

94.
still an 'A.'
math average is 99.5
*happy hamster dance*
worried about my grandma.
she didnt go to the church talent show
"bc her side hurt as well as her back"
same same same
gw gearing up
fake WMD all over again
war monger monster is hungry again
power and destruction can curb his appetite for only so long
WAKE UP PEOPLE
impeach our tyrant!!
same same samequiet

the noise
quiet the mind
let the purple shine.
let it heal.

yesterday.

yesterday was tough.
i awoke,
knowing it was gonna be a rough day.
while in class,
we saw the orangeburg soldiers leaving to go to afghanistan.
that hit home.
that made it all real.
on the way home from school,
people were lined up either side of the road,
to send off the soldiers with support.
that choked me up.
it infuriated me.
it hit home.
we NEED to get IRATE!!
support the troops, not the war!!
i emplore you to make a difference.
our sons, daughters, husbands, wives, sisters, brothers, moms, and dads...
it is THEM who're getting MURDERED.
MURDERS CONDONED BY OUR PRESIDENT.
this country has been DESENSITIZED to this war.
we don't see, hear, or feel shit!!
we need to quit being conformists
AND WAKE UP TO THE SMELL OF BLOOD!!
anyways.
back to yesterday.
then after i got home,
Bella and i went and bought our rings for our ceremony.
we get home after buying those and our groceries,
only for me to find i made an 86 on my first english paper.
its a high 'B'...
i hate this rat bastard professor.
i made all 'A's' in last semester's english class.
ugh.
then,
this anna nicole smith thing.
poor woman.
i mean, really.
i know she was always a drama queen,
but damn.
i think it was suicide.
couldn't handle losing her boy.
i don't see how anybody could get through that.
i hope she's free, where ever she is now.

this weekend.

this weekend,
heartbreaking.
an outsider looking in,
i must ponder;
what the HELL is happening to my family?!
my mom,
intellectually brilliant,
but common sense moronic.
steve's an ass.
my boys,
my god.
margaret,
life is confusing enough as is,
being a teenager.
my aunts,
the epitome of role models.
my grandma,
it breaks my heart.
Bella,
still in pain.
maybe a dry socket.
my frustration mounting,
on matters hanging above my head.
i sought out something i've left behind at my mom's for years.
my Nana's PJ's i purposefully tucked away in my mom's hopechest.
her stains still on them.
i'm 24 years old,
yet this is my "safety blanket."
working on our big suprise.
i hope it comes into fruition as i'm hoping it will.
hard work,
and good luck we'll need.

the clone war.

my fingers swell.
the more they do,...
the sooner i hope to hear from VR.
only 10 showed for class today.
the teacher adores me.
still a teacher's pet,
i am.
hmwrk, hmwrk, hmwrk.
i'mma bleed hmwrk out my veins now.
i had pancakes for b'fast this am.
my girl is so great!!
so anywho,
i ate at 9.
by 10:30, it still hadn't...digested.
(which, those of yall who know me, KNOW thats odd)
so i'm sittin in class purty as i please,
like 7 minutes left before its time to go,
and BAM!!
a line of gaseous bubbles infiltrates my derier.
like soldiers,
clones,
like the clones in Star Wars,
there were SO MANY,...
marching one by one (hoorah, hoorah),
they bring their unruly reign of terror upon my (metal) desk.
so i start usin my "pucker string"and sweatin.
i KNOW i had that anxious, nervous look,
yall KNOW what i'm talkin bout!!
and those who deny that are just in-the-closet-farters!!
so i'm starin at the clock,
praying that my time-bending super powers kick into action, like Hiro's.
but alas, my super powers fail me again.
i'm thinkin of what strategy i'mma use,
ya know?
bc ya dunno if they're gonna be SBDs
or
sound like sumin that come outta peter griffin's ass.
then,
karma jumps in on the gang bangin action too!!
the teacher starts calls on me to answer some stupid question.
hell if i know wtf i'mma be usin integers for in my real life!!
so, i'm REALLY concentratin on my super powers right about now...
as if it couldnt get worse...
she holds the class over by one minute.
one,
LONG
minute.
thats 60 seconds of 100% concentration on my super human power that has repeatedly failed me.
i could feel the cannon being loaded,
and was now totally sure everybody could see the panic on my flushed face.
relief, i felt, as she dismissed the class.
a little bubble here,
a lil bubble there,
here a bubble,
there a bubble,
everywhere a bubble!!
as i walked to our car in the empty parking lot,
well...
full satisfactory relief LIFTED my spirits.
what a day.
now, i cant wait to go home tomorrow!!
peace out happy farters!!