Damn, I wish my boy were here right now so I could get me some action. hehe. I'm so bad - I reallayy want my boob to be sucked right now, to be perfectly blunt. Sometimes a girl just needs some motherfuckin' play. Is that so much to ask? 
Anyways, I'm excited - I have plans with my friend Heather and her bf to go to a jazz club downtown tomorrow night! Heather and I are both in the same jazz class (as in music, not dance) and one of our big assignments is to write up a review about a jazz performance we go to see. I can't wait - I've been wanting to go to a jazz show for some time now. We're gonna dress up all sexy (I'll probably wear a slinky, sexy combination of polka dots and fishnets - my 2 loves), and have a nice dinner while listening to some badass jazz kats churn out some sweet music. How motherfucking P-I-M-P! I know you're jealous.
On another note, someone has been haunting me - what I mean is, the memory of him and having been with him is fucking driving me InSaNe!! I keep telling myself to get over his lame, undeserving ass (after all, I have a new boy now), but his stupid blue eyes keep tormenting my dreams... ::sigh:: As much as I try to forget about him and move on with my life, he still lurks quietly in the deep recesses of my mind... I can't seem to shake him. I can't seem to forget his eyes. THE MOTHERFUCKER. The bastard still has such a hold on me. When will it fucking end????
Some thoughts on him:
crystalline morning 2-27-05
your eyes say it all.
i don’t even have to look at you
to know that your blue orbs
have hardened to ice,
frozen with shadows that refuse to leave
and seem to live there,
the pores of the night seeping with the silence
of my impenetrable stare,
igniting the unspoken between us
like stars being swallowed
in slices
by the moon
there’s nothing more to say
it’s all been said –
i’m tired of searching for answers in your lips
and only feeling your answer
between my thighs,
exploding with an urgency into the night
like a requiem of constellations
tumbling out across space,
crackling like crystalline veins
across ink
your eyes are burnt-out coals
that no longer ruminate upon my skin
and melt me into a poem beneath your caresses;
i have found liberation in places
where you can only imagine –
in the crevices of my words where i bury my heart
soaring like the waking dawn
above a sleeping world
that knows
only the peaceful hum
of a morning poised
with hope
My mornings still have hope, but his eyes, his fucking eyes... why can't I forget him already??
To change the stupid subject - I'm gonna be all alone in the apartment this weekend! Woohoo! I took my roommate, Rach, to the airport this afternoon cuz she's flying to Colorado to visit her boyfriend and his family. It's the Big Meeting and she's really nervous. I've never been nervous about meeting the parents. Maybe that's because parents always seem to like me. They always think I'm so cute and sweet, and that somehow I'm a "good influence" on their son. hah. Little do parents ever know...
I hear mischief and mayhem calling me this weekend.
Let's see what trouble I can get myself into... now I'm off to smoke myself silly! Rach's boy toy is a pot dealer and he gets some DAMN GOOD shit. I only took a couple of hits the other night, and I was already high as fuck!! That's some real stoney stuff. As it fucking well should be. 
Rawkin' it and boppin' it. Laterz.
Anyways, I'm excited - I have plans with my friend Heather and her bf to go to a jazz club downtown tomorrow night! Heather and I are both in the same jazz class (as in music, not dance) and one of our big assignments is to write up a review about a jazz performance we go to see. I can't wait - I've been wanting to go to a jazz show for some time now. We're gonna dress up all sexy (I'll probably wear a slinky, sexy combination of polka dots and fishnets - my 2 loves), and have a nice dinner while listening to some badass jazz kats churn out some sweet music. How motherfucking P-I-M-P! I know you're jealous.
On another note, someone has been haunting me - what I mean is, the memory of him and having been with him is fucking driving me InSaNe!! I keep telling myself to get over his lame, undeserving ass (after all, I have a new boy now), but his stupid blue eyes keep tormenting my dreams... ::sigh:: As much as I try to forget about him and move on with my life, he still lurks quietly in the deep recesses of my mind... I can't seem to shake him. I can't seem to forget his eyes. THE MOTHERFUCKER. The bastard still has such a hold on me. When will it fucking end????
Some thoughts on him:
crystalline morning 2-27-05
your eyes say it all.
i don’t even have to look at you
to know that your blue orbs
have hardened to ice,
frozen with shadows that refuse to leave
and seem to live there,
the pores of the night seeping with the silence
of my impenetrable stare,
igniting the unspoken between us
like stars being swallowed
in slices
by the moon
there’s nothing more to say
it’s all been said –
i’m tired of searching for answers in your lips
and only feeling your answer
between my thighs,
exploding with an urgency into the night
like a requiem of constellations
tumbling out across space,
crackling like crystalline veins
across ink
your eyes are burnt-out coals
that no longer ruminate upon my skin
and melt me into a poem beneath your caresses;
i have found liberation in places
where you can only imagine –
in the crevices of my words where i bury my heart
soaring like the waking dawn
above a sleeping world
that knows
only the peaceful hum
of a morning poised
with hope
My mornings still have hope, but his eyes, his fucking eyes... why can't I forget him already??
To change the stupid subject - I'm gonna be all alone in the apartment this weekend! Woohoo! I took my roommate, Rach, to the airport this afternoon cuz she's flying to Colorado to visit her boyfriend and his family. It's the Big Meeting and she's really nervous. I've never been nervous about meeting the parents. Maybe that's because parents always seem to like me. They always think I'm so cute and sweet, and that somehow I'm a "good influence" on their son. hah. Little do parents ever know...
I hear mischief and mayhem calling me this weekend.
Let's see what trouble I can get myself into... now I'm off to smoke myself silly! Rach's boy toy is a pot dealer and he gets some DAMN GOOD shit. I only took a couple of hits the other night, and I was already high as fuck!! That's some real stoney stuff. As it fucking well should be.
Rawkin' it and boppin' it. Laterz.
johnsonboy:
That's really a good poem. It gets better as it goes along. Some nice imaginative wordplay. And I'm not just saying that because I'm a total stoner, even though I am.