brandopfer

I'm steppin' out yo.
If you is a ho, beware.

I am 100%.
Perfection itself.
At least bid-ness wise.
Honest.
I was told so today.
Behold my wicked awesome-core-ness.
Ain't no thang, baby;
it's just how I roll.


Yesterday was deluxe yo.
I got myself a new toy.
Not that sort, Perv.
It brings me much joy.
Joy like the middle aged married dad
upon finding gas two cents cheaper after
searching for twenty minutes....
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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.