i have imbibed wine. i have
inhaled the
smoke of burnt
cannabis.
forgive my typing.
i just got off the phone with my
boyfriend. i really am quite
lucky to have someone who really loves me. i am even luckier that he constantly tells me with both words and
actions. perhaps my
relationship preferences are different than other girls, but if i had to give advice to the
men about the ladies i'd say "
TELL HER HOW YOU FEEL WHEN YOU FEEL IT EVEN IF IT SOUNDS CORNY OR SILLY". then, as a side note i'd say "
hold her hand in public if and when you feel like it".
my usual
food list will have to wait, since i haven't had any food yet today.
shit, it's barely
today, since it's only 12:37AM,
EST.
i'll be heading to
bed soon. i may smoke some
salvia beforehand to help me relax and shut my
eyes. more in the morning when it seems more like
today (
tomorrow?).
well. i feel kinda
poopy this morning, no doubt from the
wine last night. i woke up
late, bought a crappy
breakfast (included in the list below) and just arrived at work to see the
stocks i watch down.
the cool thing is this though: when i got into work a poster had been delivered to me. it's a
poster of ME. and it's
elite. that's all i can say about that for
now.
FOOD:
1 mild
jamaican meat patty
1 large glass orange juice
several cups of
coffee with cream
some trolli-O sour apple
candy
sausage and
peppers
i was reading some
fight club quotes. one of them caught my
eye:
"How much can you know about yourself if you've never been in a fight?"
i've been in a fight. one big one. and i lost it bad. my
family still mentions it a lot and seem to be amazed that i got through the situation. having happened to me, it now seems
mundane.
i take
martial arts. and i'm good. it's a skill that i am trying to
perfect. sometimes i find myself hoping that someone tries to bother me so that i can put my
skills to real
life use. the one big fight i was in, i wound up pinned to the floor. he was sitting on my
chest and
relentlessly
pummeling my
face. i remember being
amazed at how much it
hurt but that i hadn't passed out. i know firsthand what being on
bottom feels like and now i am
curious about how it feels to be on
top.
and i don't mean fighting in
competitions. i've done that. i'm good at that. but that's sport. there's no real fear involved there. we fight for
points, not self-preservation.
anyway, i probably sound like a
maniac about now. but that was just the train of thought i followed. i'm not going to go out and
jump someone. that goes against
everything i've been taught. i'm just
curious to see how i would handle myself.
and werd to you
Asamoth.