brandopfer

yah baby
when it comes to females
cosmo ain't got nothing to do with my selection
36
24
36
only if she's 5'3"

so cosmo says ur fat
well i ain't down wit dat
cuz ur waist is small
and ur curves are kicking
and im thinking bout sticking
to the beanpole dames and the magazines
you ain't it miss thing
give me a sista...
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Tired represent.



P.S. Summertime is a dirty whore.

"Fear can hold you prisoner.
Hope can set you free."

That seems a touch misleading.
A misrepresentation perhaps.
Or maybe,
I'm the only one who has
ever felt held prisoner
by hope.

In other news

The BD was pretty gangsta.
Thanks to all who participated in the making of.
As usual there was one exception to the rule, but
we should be used to him...
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Last weekend:

The Chad was Great.
Jim you made it extra rockin on Sunday.
Thanks for sharing the moment with
such delightful grace and sarcasm.
And by 'the moment' I mean the day
I became a woman.
You know what I'm talkin bout kids.
Actually, you don't.
ha ha.

Saturday.
Learned some things.
Things I already know.
Things I wish I didn't.
T.S. I'm so...
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This weekend was delicious.
Um...
And sleep deprived.


: I'm dying.

: You're not dying, you just can't think of anything good to do.

Lord, what fools these mortals be!

What an adventure we had.

So this is kind of how it went;
at least Fox news reenactment stylie:

: Wait, Veronica, please tell me this is some kind of sick tasteless joke.

: You weren't here! Why are you being this way? Why can't you just be proud of me as a peer and my gentleman lover?

:...
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Lena. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry I left you at the hospital. I called a phone-sex line... I called a phone-sex line before I met you, and four blond brothers came after me and they hurt you, and I'm sorry. Then I had to leave again because I wanted to make sure you never got hurt again. And I have a lot of puddings,...
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I want more.
When was the last time anyone craved me?
I want to be everything.
It's silly. unnecessary.
Despite that
it's still what I want.

Monkeys fling poo.
That should be warning enough
about the sort of creature they are.

Here's one for you.


Its you that I adore
Youll always be my whore
Youll be the mother to my child
And a child to my heart
We must never be apart
We must never be apart

Lovely girl youre the beauty in my wrold
Without you there arent reasons left to find

And Ill pull your crooked teeth
Youll be perfect just like me...
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I'm afraid of Americans.


I have nothing to say.
You took all the words with you.
Why can't things ever be peaceful between us?
Peaceful = fun. Honest.
Before throwing a fit have you ever stopped
and asked yourself,
"Will this matter in six months?"
I don't think you have.
Try it sometime.
Life might very well become less angst filled.
Then again, maybe that...
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There are only so many lies to tell.
Or so I thought before making your acquaintance.
You have schooled me.
Goodbye naivet.
I hope you're happy with the result I've become.
Are you happy?
Trust; a word that now seems to have escaped me.
Prospective mates will surely love
the consequences of our time together.
Yeah for paranoia.

Contrary to popular belief
not all living things are composed of atoms.
You, darling, have surely proven otherwise
as you are comprised only of lies.


Remember that time when my grandmother died,
and I asked you to hang out,
but you went dancing at a club instead?

Yeah, I didn't think so.