the master has come back
damien marley has stolen my heart and every feeling from my body.i'm listening to him now, and his voice is intoxicating.
and by intoxicating, i mean i would love to bed someone while listening to him.
and by that i mean, i'm in a drought and fantasy keeps my bed burning.
damien wasn't the point of this.
the point was to let you know that i didn't perform today.
he wasn't at work...turd.
him not being at work forced a smallish word grind to happen between me and last years summer jam.
crutched.
effed.
i'm mad at myself for doing it, and i'm thankful that my access to the interweb will be intermittent this weekend.
i need a cleansing.
i wonder how long my honky ass can go with out trolling the web all together.
one month of not nerving was quite the accomplishment. i can't imagine what i would do, watching the hours dwindle throughout the day, sans webbing.
eff that noise.
i would never.
i quit smoking.
i had a total of 3 drags this week, fine.
quitting the world wide is too mas.
it takes too much.
i mean if i never went webbing or friendstering, i never would have met summer jam.
and i'm actually happy i met him.
we never would have been able to plan pajama parties without it.
what's life without a pajama jammy jam, with a side of jacked up summer semi-boning and groping...for good measure?
it's not worth trolling through life without those key elements.
off of this, and back to the r. kelly incident that did not happen.
8:47am:
temps greeted me, gave me the approval on the polka dot dress. we had coffee. she dropped me off at work.
9:37am:
imma bouts ready to die of explosivo
10:22am:
are you ready?
yes i'm ready.
i shook it down the hallways of my workplace, shakin dat azz like i was workin for cash. no sign of him.
10:39am:
after two rounds of healthy trollage,i went to my friends cubicle. i asked her if she thought it would be a good idea for me to hold IT mans nameplate next to my heart, do the bump and grind r. kelly remix tribute and have her videotape it...
she said she wanted no -part of it.
she wants no part of my anitcs.
especially since i lifted my dress in front of her, last week, and her supervisor came out of his office and caught me flashing my panties in the tape library.
forced...
i took matters, once again, into my own hands...
i revisited my high school mentality.
who does he sit next to?
that's right...
he sits next to someone i'm friendly with...
wad i do?
that's right...
i told IT mans buddy bud-stein...
11:11am:
crutcha: 'hey, ok, i came over to ask you something - but it's no worries - i'll come back later.' (as the whole IT department was surrounding his cubicle)
buddy bud-stein: 'wait what's going on.'
crutcha: 'i want to tell you something, but if you tell anyone, i will murder you. i have a distant jones for your friend, IT man.'
buddy bud-stein: 'i won't tell anyone. i'm telling.' (starts running off like a 12 yr old girl)
crutcha: 'i mean it's ok to casually slip it into conversation to see if he even knows i'm alive.'
buddy bud-stein: 'slip it in. wad you say.'
crutcha: 'don't be a dirt bag, you know what you needa do.'
when imma gonna graduate from high school?
what if IT man knows i'm alive, and he remembers that ill day last week?
i was talking to my friends in the hall...he walked past us, and i whispered i love you...
buddy bud-stein told me to plan a happy hour and he would bring IT man with him...
i smell summer...
i smell something beautiful blooming.
love is in the air, bitches.
who's the master?
i'm the master.
and i'm back on it.
work up on it.
check up on it.
he my jay-z.
and i'm bout to be his beyonce.
awe sniggity snap.
posted by tinamarie @ 6:57 PM
1 Comments:
YO that was hot TB!
'specially the last part. would you do a reading for us?
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