Sunday, December 31, 2006

the year in review

since temporican moved back to puerto rico, this hasn't been the same.
we wrote for eachother.
we lived for the unified troll.
dated. shared stories. met ass models. exchanged tips for the modern hood rat trying to make her mark in the world.

i talk a lot of smack.
i pretend to be tough.
i'm completely soft.
i'm a giant quirky goofball.
and without temporican, i'm only half of what i could possibly be.

this is a nerve update, exclusively for you:
2006
roosevelt's new handle is 5minutesoffunk
his headline is no longer every kiss begins with kay
roosevelt's new healine is jump.slam.coast
or something like that.
i still scan theraveonette; often when i double click my favorite icon - 'who's online now.'
i know nothing of the one woman in an ill fitting brown sweater that you dated - when you were into girls for 2 seconds. for your annonymity and for her's...she shall remain nameless.
i'm sure she's still longing for your embrace.
as i do.

today.
today i pamper myself.
today i eat bacon with my eggs, get my nails did, and glorify my inner diva.

tonight.
tonight i drink.
tonight i don't have a date, so i'll put on my red and black panties and pretend someone is going to see them.

i'm cooking.
cooking for friends.

i'll embrace my lovely lady side.
i'll put on a dress.
i'll feel the moment.
i'll think about my choices.
i'll play twister, if i get trashed enough.
i'll kiss no one at midnight.
i'll probably just cop a feel on one of my friends.
i'll fall asleep with my party hat on and the cutest grin ever.
i'll end the year on a good note.





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Thursday, December 28, 2006

here's the thing

i was resting.
i was weary.
weary from dating.
weary from the pressure.
then i said eff it, yo.
i logged off.
i closed it down.
i deactivated my profile - otherwise known as my lifeline - for three months.
i had a bad spell. i go through this often.
a man who lied about his height, drank too much, hated his job and smelled like marlboro reds...
he tainted me.

i fell ill that evening - it was early september. still warm outside, and i was drinking too much. i was in a state of quasi panic, falling deeply into a spell of dizziness and lunacy. one drink after another.
the sickness that can only come with trolling for sex, dates and more...on the internet...

in the past three months, i refound myself.
it's been religious.
if religious means getting back into this whole effing game and riding it out - it was religious.

i'm back.
i'm better than ever; so i'd like to think.

sure, nerve owns my ass...
but it's been good to me...
and i'm not to taking myself - too seriously.
no mas.

this is new and improved crutcha.
thecrutcha i always wanted to be.
carefree, balls out, ass tapable and more.

and, i've come to realize something important in the past month...
a lesson learned, or so i think...

*if i was a cock-rocker and saw all the hot bitches there were waiting to get laid down - posting their goods on the net, so all could go home and create a spank bank fantasy - i too would find it difficult to concentrate on one.

i'm sure this somewhat stunning revelation will continue to annoy, disturb and irritate me - but i'm back, bitches.





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