This post is for you

I'm sorry.

For what you don't know,

For what you already know,

For what I did,

For what I didn't do,

For what I shouldn't have done,

For what I should have done,

For realising now,

For keeping the can closed.

"Forgive us our sin as we forgive those who sin against us."

If I were a surfer girl

I would have dirty hair, you'd lick my forearm and say it tasted of salt, my hands would grab onto the ocean floor, I could wake up early, I could be a shade darker, I could be a degree cooler, I would have a hobby, if I were a surfer girl.

My woman is ragin'

This is a new regular I think we should have called "My woman is ragin'" dedicated to every single time my mother rages. I'll keep you up to date with my mothers LOOoooOOoooOOoopy Life.

Today at around 6.06pm:

The Ragin' Woman aka my mother enters my realm of watching simpsons and has a traditional Freak Out moment because she notices I'm wearing my school uniform. My mum can't handle it when I'm wearing my school uniform out of the 8.30am-3.15pm time slot as it dictates to her that something is wildy out of its place and must be put back to its normal spot. At this point she resembled King Kong and begun beating her fists on her chest and bared her teeth. "WHY ARE YOU IN YOUR SCHOOL UNIFORM?!" I begrudgingly get changed as she explains to me that staying in your school uniform out of school time means you are a dirty, messy, bad person.

Much, much, much more to come.

Look deep into the document

This is what I have written for my creative piece so far:

HEART OF DARKNESS

:A;LALALALA SHE WALKS IN LOOKS LIKE AN ANIMAL.

HE WALKS BY

WANTS TO TOUCH THE ANIMAL

NZHASHJAHAHS

I REALLY NEED TO PEEEEEEEEEE

I've gone to the toilet but still no short story in sight.

the un-glory of the not-you

There are things you will never admit to. Not to anyone, not to your closest friends, your blood, your lover, your enemy.

I'll say it now though that you are really starting to piss me off.

Or maybe you have been driving me insane since the day we met and I was never aware of it till now but hey, I can see clearly now.

I find it to some extent irritating when someone decides within their own personal perameter how they behave around you. The thing about this is, I feel as though they are stuck between two things: how they act naturally and how they want to act. You can't really choose a method of attack when you aren't strong willed enough to abide my your own pathetic rules. Most of all, don't lead me down the alleyway and leave me there when you realise that you just subconciously tried to rape me and you're freaked out by the fact that you are possibly a rapist.

Don't bring it up, bring it up, speak, don't speak, laugh, don't laugh.

Make up your mind and I will be okay with either way, because I made up mine a very long time ago and your decision really doesn't effect me in the way it used to.

Girl Crush

Blogbear: I have a serious crush on Person X.

Dirtbag: Yeah.

Blogbear: Sometimes she gives these looks like she's freaked out you know?

Dirtbag: Yeah those ones where she thinks you're a lesbain.

Blogbear: And with good reason.

shade is short and miles away, tucked between the Chinati mountains and the Mexican border

The New Age Inventors

Ever been at a party, waiting for yo mama to pick you up with a still fairly full bottle of some alcohol in your hand. Ever been one not to want to waste money? Especially money which you illegally spent?

While small satchel bags are good for keeping the essentials: phone, keys, little bit of money, all safe they're not very good at housing a 700ml coolridge bottle.

You slink behind the side of the house and in the shadows, trying not to get caught in an unladylike manner, try hoist the bottle under your crotch and between either leg. You find it strangely peculiar how easy it is to walk with but can't help notice the sudden erection you've grown. Mama's not gonna like that.

You ask around for someone with a flask. A few people have one but being drunk, find it hard to realise that you don't mean to steal their remaining booze and don't bother hearing out your plan to exchange containers and subsequently their insides with them.

You can feel the pain right? you've been in that situation I'm sure. Which is why I feel no shame in unveiling for you my proposal for a product which as you can see, will provide much needed satisfaction to a high demand.

A PENIS SHAPED BOTTLE! or a dildo filled with vodka.
tagline: Get fucked in more way than one!

you see it's perfect cause it'll fit right up there

"and what shall you name such a divine product" enquire the many admirers

DoubleFuck!

So when the time comes that you've had a few too many and you're becoming somewhat the token drunk bitch and you hear some guy call out "Go fuck yourself" you might as well... well again. You should leave. You've clearly overstayed your welcome and everyone's going to get nasty soon. You're already fucked in one way so why not be in another. Get out your mobile, call up yo mama, ask her to pick you up, then satisfy the phallus within you.

P.s. did I want to write a more juvious post?

Feast

Is that a cowlick, or are you just happy to see me?

I'M JUST HAPPY TO SEE YOU! (god I want to see you badly)

I'm trying to be really discrete about this in the efforts to avoid embarrassment but I can't refrain from shouting out into the blogosphere,

"I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU"

I can't say who you are or really anything about you because, I don't know, I just don't want to. Like I said, I don't want to embarrass myself. Perhaps even further embarrass myself because maybe, just maybe, you've been in a situation like this before and God that scares me. Who knew what was going on back then and like all things it probably was something which shouldn't have left the gloomy or stupid or ridiculous, lame, exaggerative, pathetic or boisterous place it was born.
Well, anyways, I'm sure you do know, [know that I love you, that is]. I hope and almost expect that you have some love for me too. I don't think that would be all that presumptuous of me either.

ooohh dear. It's only that sometimes I get in these moods and I can't stop thinking about you and everything's a whirlwind and while I want to call you I gotta call someone else who shares these feelings. It's so bad to indulge in them but that's the purpose of these calls, you see, because I just gotta hold onto the feelings of absolute love for you. I miss you and it's nice to think about nothing but you every so often while I willingly self destruct.

What I miss most is waking up to you

You are mental

I know your secret.

More Power To Ya

I've been sitting, waiting, wishing

So it's been about six weeks and it feels like a life time.

I feel restless but also tired. My back it aches, my eyes are heavy and I can't help but look elsewhere when I should be looking life straight in the face.

I'm sick to my stomach about this year.

I don't think I can wait for you anymore.

The worst bit of wanting something so badly is waiting for it to arrive in your arms as you'd been dreaming it. If you wait for something long enough you end up holding on for even longer in the vain hope that something with fabricate out of your sheer want.

Youth is wasted on the youth - that's probably right.

Nude as the News