i think they’re all done boning, but i’m gonna wait to go upstairs, just to be safe.
I guess it is really difficult to type the phrase “going to.” I saw two different people tonight with the word “gonna” in their facebook status…
These are the people I went to school with.
regional dialect. a lot of authors make a conscientious choice to write as one would speak. i’m probably more guilty of said offense than anyone i know, but i’m completely comfortable with the way i write.
i guess it could be worse, could be using the dreaded “ur”
down stairs, in the living room of my house.
and i can still hear my roommate banging the shit out of his girlfriend.
holy shit.
her orgasm could be heard throughout the projects.
little known fact: cookie time is my favorite time.
i love those cookies so bad, you bring the cookies ill supply the beers.
bro. that sounds like a serious party. these things are so cheap in my neck of the hood. i never realized there were so many different flavors until i went to DR’s Spanish Market. it’s like being in south america, 5 american dollars and i’m cookie rich.
little known fact: cookie time is my favorite time.
sierra nevada is delicious. two thumbs up.
all of a sudden, you’re on my lap drinking beer.
it’s almost like we’re really hanging out.
lemme find out: I have a feeling, that if I knew you in real life, I’d probably have the biggest crush on you. You seem like you have everything I like in a guy. That’s all.
thats just cause you haven’t met me, therefore you haven’t seen me drink. i feel like you might actually be horrified. but thank you regardless.
lemme find out: I’m not hitting on you, I’m just saying that you seem like a really awesome guy and all girls should be allowed to have an awesome guy. How do I get one?
i think everyone is entitled to someone awesome, that being said, i also feel most people are truly awesome. i can list about a hundred and one people who will tell you just how awesome i’m not, luckily for me i’ve found the one girl who actually, no matter what stupid shit goes down, thinks otherwise.
listen, i feel like people need to not settle, and need to learn to feel better about themselves. don’t trade your love for anything less than triple what you think you’re worth.
lemme find out: hey, hey you.
what are your tattoos of/how many do you have?
well, my first was the miller high life girl on the back of my right arm, then my brass knuckles with “boys no good” (for the band lifetime) on my bicept. on my forearm i have my zombie newbury st girl and my friday the 13th fish.
on my left arm i have my whaling sleeve which is yet to be finished. this is the piece i’m most proud of, or at least it will be when it’s done. it was drawn up without a liner, so it will look like a winslow homer painting eventually.
i’ve got my chest piece: two traditional sparrows with a banner saying “why wait” which is a family motto.
my friend sweets did the linework for an original piece (a super new school horseshoe and shamrock “luck” piece) but i’ve been too much of a baby to get it completed even though we were doing tattoos out of the house at that time.
on my thighs there are some practice pieces: my brother did a big ass mr. peanut. i’ve got my old apartment on it with some teeth and diamonds.
although by far my worst tattoo, the final one is my favorite. while drunk i let my brother put a 666 on me, and then in a tribute to camp wakanda, the summer camp i’ve worked at for 8 years i tattooed “die rotary, die” (rotary is our rival camp across the lake.)
yeah. so thats about it. get some.
lemme find out: I honestly feel as though we should be best friends. We need to become overly familiar faces.
sincerely, james.
jimmy, i know. i’ve thought about it often. i’m ready to take the next step, i’m ready to hang outside of the party and club environment. let’s have a man date.
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thanks for the heads up!
