August 2009
15 posts
Like a Tornado
I’m sitting in my room, basking in the sunlight streaming through my window and the intermittent surges of sweat from my glands. It’s fucking hot, to say the least.
I’m forcing a blog out of myself because:
I haven’t written in too long and feel I should get into practice again before school starts (Monday), and
Paul asked me to.
So, I guess I’ll tell you a...
Changes
I got a job. I started consistently exercising. I abstain from drinking (excessively). I read Twilight. I read other books besides Twilight to cancel out the amount of IQ points lost while reading Twilight. I’m the Daddy of the household until September. I don’t write anymore. (But) I’m trying to blog again. I don’t obsess over my focal point of the last six months...
Tagged along with my friend and local San Diegan musician, Finesse, to his photo shoot in Balboa Park. Met another local San Diegan rapper. Friendship formed. Freestyle followed.
I can’t believe I’m in Jamie’s room. This is where… the...
– Paul is my favorite person now.
Sometimes a lady needs to be made love to, and sometimes she needs to be FUCKED....
– “Gina with a Weena”, Drag Queen I went to Lips, a drag eatery complete with glitter, transvestites, and attitude. It was the most entertaining thing I’ve experienced in a while. However, all my energy that night went into not questioning God as to why these (former) men were...
Regret
I hate when I drink myself to the edge of reason, act on every whim I would have otherwise never approved of, go home, realize my mistakes, and refuse to fall asleep knowing that when I wake in the morning, I’ll regret everything I’ve done the night prior.