Eating boogers

2008 so far has felt booger free until yesterday.  eating crow is what some i have heard call it; i say eat boogers cause well it is more fuckin funny to me.  however sometimes it is random the booger eating concept. my bella said mother nature can eat boogers and i tend to agree, in fact i think mother nature does eat boogers often.  all finals can eat boogers.

Life Lesson # Who gives a Fuck?

So about an hour ago a dear loved one calls me as mom and i driving home and he tells me he almost died…he is hyper ventilating and his heart rate is heart ache high.  he is trying to remain calm.  he thinks of random thoughts; i tell him i will be home soon and that mom thinks my car smells like Kotex.  mom’s jokes are funny yet gross sometimes.  

i took a lorazepam and bayer, so i am feeling less hotheaded.  i give a fuck when perhaps i should seek help.  a little mental help goes a long way i say.

here is a little poem i wrote about today

End of May

I smell like cat drool

Death lurking mule

Grass compost trigger day

Go with the alluvial flow

Fuck mow, joe, and go

Sweetness purrs no hospital stay

Eat ice cream I say.

language slip ups

my perceptions are aching, and the language i write is fucked.  I think i want to sniff chicago.  i burned the candle she got me because i want reminders and cause she makes me smile.  rather it is so easy to smile when she is near me.  i guess if i could draw a picture of what the last 5 weeks have meant to me; i would include the following: sunflowers, melons, a funky cloud, other random objects.

mental masochism

notes to self.  dont talk to yr lover when yr pmsing and have had a stressful week full of driving and damn global violence.  she is wonderful to me, and i am so fuckin fortunate.  yet i have this mental masochism layer that sucks arse.  i hope to employed with insurance program that i can seek out mental therapy.  or ill just visit my tattoo artist; he is my buddy and listens and gives huggs.  wanting to huggle chicago right now.  so this mental masochism is what keeps me going at the same time cuts me.  ahhhh thank goodness for friends!!!  am grateful for old and my new friends. CHEERS!!!

a poem for chicago

Literal
She fucks me one hundred eleven times
I desire her more and more and perhaps I even call her mine;
No! Scratch that. I do call her mine for
She is kind to the perv in me
Wanting her is better than grits and ice cream
Speaking of cream; we make each other scream.
Bottom line is that I love her for me.
Continuing the literal thought
I want to feel her protein
And kiss my sweet MILF.
I scream her given name during and after
Masturbating; damn I love and want her.

Her eyes are emerald

My brain is smitten.  My heart is minty fresh. I hope to make her happy for awhile; for a long while.

monday woes

am irritated about corporate america.  specifically cell phone plans.  aside from that am rather angry that it is fuckin hot and the fucked up neighbor visits my folks and smokes their smokes without regard for their monies and health.  sigh i think mom is not facing reality that she has emphysema also.  FOR FUCK SAKE ADMIT TO YOUR MISTAKES ALL READY…..not that big of deal admitting them.  sigh.  

i am missing my bella today.  her morning pissed her off.  i would have liked to alleviate it a bit.  would really like it if she kissed me right now.  

sigh. fuck. am not in the mood  to deal with school.  sigh. fuck.

 

 

I have a thing for

you.  the type of thing that encompasses lots of things.  a few of those things include but not limited to are: desiring you, laughing, rubbing your arse (teach me), watching you sleep, feeling your nipples harden against my teeth, smiles, inserting commas, empathy for my fallibility, and sniffing you.  My picture if and when I paint will include a few colors: emerald, silver, sky blue, wine red, and touch of orange.  Dont have any bloody idea what those colors would create; I just figure it would be as bright and spectacular as you are and how i feel about you.

i pissed off my lover

and after four hours i am still upset with myself.  sigh.  i suck bug juice splattered on a car.  tho i am better off than the bug.  it is so bloody hot temperature wise.  yay for AC.  i did get overly excited and way too impulsive and did not mean to piss her off.  my apologies. 

so friday evening

kinda important day…it is my stepdad’s bday!!!  as soon as it is may though i consider it his bday month.  anyhow this blog is really mostly dedicated to chicago.  though speaking about stepdad he is a weird mofo…he asks me if i am busy and if i wasnt could i return some stamps…i said in this heat???  i think he got the picture…but for fuck sake what a dumb fuckin request on a friday evening.  anyway.  returning to chicago…i am so fucked.  it feels so damn good to know she exists.  yeah i am so fuckin smitten.  what more can i really say right now except that i am excited to know her and to learn more about her.  sigh.