Oh she does! I wasn’t gonna upload one of the nudes obviously.
I’m saving this as a draft today May 29th 2014 and will post it later just to be cautious…
Today I got a call from this dude who once I had a problem with—I didn’t think of it as a problem, since I didn’t do anything wrong, but he’s a jealous idiot. He called me to threaten me. He told me that he hasn’t forget about that, and that if he happened to see me anywhere, he would kick the shit out of me. At first I was a tensed up, you know, my heart rhythm started elevating and I got anxious. Then I got upset because I hate these types of situations where a guy acts like a cave man because I’m friends with his girlfriend; it’s just idiotic. A fucking 30 year old guy trying to deal with stuff like a 15 year old: fighting. I actually told him “Dude, are you going to try and listen to my explanation?” and he said “No” and hung up.
The problem began because I called his girlfriend (who was my friend before this) because she was with us (my friends and I) at a party, and suddenly she was nowhere to be found, so I got preoccupied. Besides, she wasn’t the only one who I couldn’t find, another friend as well. Anyhow, he wouldn’t listen to this.
Then I started thinking and I got to this conclusion: Is he so high on pride and cave-manhood that he actually NEEDS to call me to threaten me? I mean, he actually just told me to be careful, and I shit you not, I will be careful because he’s fucking crazy. I mean, thanks actually, for being so stupid to actually tell me to hide, because I will. I don’t even care. See, the smartest thing to do would’ve been to just say nothing at all and suddenly kick the shit out of me. But I guess he needed to prove something (that his “revenge” was still on) by abruptly calling me and yelling me about it.
Ah, old-school guys.
And we are supposed to be the “evolved species”. If God exists, he left a bunch of sapiens over here.
Religion is important whether or not we believed in one, in the same way that historical events are important whether or not you personally lived through them.Looking for Alaska
I’d rather fail at something difficult than be really great at the things that don’t really matter.
I’m sorry I wrote you a love song.
I’m sorry I wrote a book about you.
I’m sorry I fell in love and I’m sorry it didn’t work.
But I’m not sorry that I met you.
Because you made me start to write.
I want to take you to the beach and ride a kayak in the sea until we can see nothing but a thin shore line.
I want a wave to knock us down.
I want to kiss you and show you that there’s nothing to be afraid of.
Because I will forever be protective of you.
My favorite is Buildabear Cabbagepatch