Distinguished African American man in a suit asks for a moment. The place quiets down.
“Hello everyone, my name is Tom…and I’m drunk.”
The crowd chuckles. He made it such an elegant announcement.
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Distinguished African American man in a suit asks for a moment. The place quiets down.
“Hello everyone, my name is Tom…and I’m drunk.”
The crowd chuckles. He made it such an elegant announcement.
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Oh honey, touching his arm won’t do any good. He’s distracted. Touches his hair, covers his receding hairline. This man is insecure about age. Probably performance. Oh yeah, he’s thinking about sex. The only way to hold him is to make him think he’s thinking about sex because of you. But he’s not.
I’m so powerful, I’m black tonight.
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The band features–a xylophone, upright base, drums and saxophone. If they cover Isobel Campbell’s Come On Over (Turn Me On), I’ll flip.
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This guy with a Russian accent comes up, a complete invasion of my space, stinking of leather and cigarettes. I don’t want to talk to him. He keeps asking me why I’m so serious and finally I say,
“Because I don’t wanna talk to you.”
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Sour Times at Amber and I got hit with electricity. Pay attention.
Next song… 6 ft Underground.
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The interesting thing about Asian men is that they know when they are meeting a princess/queen.
For the most part, men are really dumb. It’s harder to forgive the intelligent ones of it. But some are more evolved.
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that he would have an acute fear reaction because I’m the right girl for him, and I would have an acute fear reaction because he’s the wrong guy for me.
I said, “He’s so selfish” under my breath as DevĀ took the ball all by himself instead of passing again.
Jerry somehow heard me, turned and smiled, saying, “Hey, that’s the way the world is.”
I worried that I’d said it louder than I thought. But then again, it was true.
throughout this, the thing that’s consistent amongst italian men i’ve met, is that every one of them claims that while other italian men can be dogs, they’re the one honest, faithful, loyal one. every one of them.
2/12/2011
a 9 day made up of three sets of 21 3’s.
in the city of 3.
to celebrate at the triple door.
triple being the perfect 9 made up of infinite prisms of 3.
my favorite place in seattle.
i want to be struck by creative lightning.
i need my own shift in perception. i want to be awed.
who is the blue man with olive skin?
wherever you are, i’m going to be surprised.
i’m going to need you to make a stand. somewhere.
i need proof.
another head aches. another heart breaks. i’m so much older than i can take. and my affections, well it comes and goes i need direction to perfection no no no no help me out, you know you’ve gotta help me out, oh don’t you put me on the backburner, you know you gotta help me out…
maybe i would have fought harder if i hadn’t been feeling may?
maybe it doesn’t matter.
timeline not only preserved but confirmed by silvana today. may. i would ask you to meet me, but since last time, i just try to play it by ear and not get too crazy over things that seem to add up.
Did he really need me to be psychic just so he could pass off the biggest lie of them all?
Would it really come down to that?
God, what a bummer. I know, in the long run, whoever is coming up will be awesome, but I just don’t understand why people do the things they do sometimes.
Relationship tip of the day:
You don’t have to let him win, but you have to let him not lose, whether that be with an action or an inaction.
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