Sweet Jesus!

OMFG.

I seriously almost peed my pants I was so fucking scared.

I'm still kind of on edge.

There was a tornado siren thing... and I don't have television... I had no idea what the fuck...

so I called my mom. She turned on the news and told me to go downstairs.

I did.

Squatting in this tiny cutout in the wall is where I almost peed because of the sound of the wind and the hail and the wind.

Sweet Jesus that wind.

Thank God there was no tornado and thank God I didn't pee my boyshorts.

No Fuckin' Way!!!!

I love this cartoon so much!!!

I just can't believe it... Hulu is so fucking awesome
(sometimes).

My Friend's Father

Dropping dimes
like the tears of the masters;
their notes hang heavy,
thick, still;
their passion passing through
each unimportant extremity--
ones made into heroes
by the death of themselves.

They're dropping dimes
onto the hot asphalt.
They're dropping to their knees
for the masters of the teachers.
They're eating the rhythm,
they're sleeping the blues,
they're breathing the music
and becoming brand new.

Alas!
They do not know;
not even do I,
or you as you crawl, linger, and fade
that they're larger than life
becoming the masters
as we hear the clink
of their dropping dimes.

I can't help it...

An Excerpt:

"No matter how hard I tried to forget him I couldn’t. I felt as if my heart was weighed down, chained down to the ground, held there tightly by him, by him, the man who didn’t want me. Let me go. That’s all I wanted, was to be free, was to see through eyes unclouded by fantasy or the tears of heartbreak, I wanted to truly believe that everything he had said to me was a lie. I thought about something someone once said to me, in a different context but a similar situation. He said to me, “he’s not going to help you carry the groceries in.” While seemingly meaningless this spoke volumes not just about the object of my potential affection but it also illustrated what my expectations were. And Noe was not the type of guy who helped you with house work; he wasn’t the father of my unborn children nor was he the piece of the soul puzzle that I was missing; he was none of the things that I dreamt of as a child. I wanted sympathy, I wanted fairness, I wanted retribution for the pain caused by his absence, by his silence, by his lack of want of me. This time it wasn’t that I thought I did something wrong, it was that I knew I did. I knew that I shouldn’t have gotten involved with someone like him on the level that I did and although we never fully consummated our relationship in real life, what happened during those times was excruciating enough. I felt like I had known him for years, just like he said. I felt like I was connected to him, just like he said. I felt that I couldn’t miss out on a chance for love, just like he said. I felt it, he said it, and now the question of who actually meant it was staring me in the face. I didn’t know him, in fact I knew absolutely nothing about him or how he actually demonstrated his feelings. In hindsight I felt like I had only known him for a minute, years of life crammed into sixty seconds worth of time which amounted to nothing more than a blur.

That is all he was to me now, nothing more than the convoluted color of a building as I passed by.

And perhaps that’s all I was to him too."

Volver~ Moi

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