I cant sleep. Who would have guessed that the smell of 15 minute old sex could prove so fucking toxic? I reek of her. The scent of our spent passion emanating from my very pores. I would kill for a shower but inspite of everything I still care about what she might think. Waking up to the sound of running water, the imprint of our melding bodies still fresh on my sheets. And I dare ask: why should I care? Am I at all fond of her in any way, shape or form? Hardly. If truth be told, shes nothing more and maybe even a little less than a paltry booty call and the sooner she realised that the better.
But still I hesitate. And I ask myself: which one is better- to tell her the truth now and risk breaking her heart or continue to lead her on and forestall that storm until I’m truly sick of pretending? The answer to that one is quite obvious: procrastination is one of my biggest vices; she can sleep well- her heart will not be broken tonight.
I take another drag of the last of my secret stash of happy stix. Damn that feels good. Of course the living room will reek of it tommorrow morning but fuck it, right now I need this. I need to go a little crazy right now. To see the humour in all of this. And if not the humour then at least the lighter side of the tradgedy of it all.
I chuckle to myself. “The lighter side of the tradgedy of it all”? who the fuck do I think I am? I aint no shakespeare, thats for sure.
Here I am in love with a girl who is truly amazing and after losing her once have the chance to make things right and instead of trying my best to do just that, I’m busy fucking some girl who, chances are, will leave first thing in the morning and wont see or hear from me until my dick starts perpetually pressing itself against my jeans again.
The humour in that one will always be lost on me, no matter how high I get.
Chanel!! welcome back did u carry me a wife beater?
SNAKES!!!!
Comment by Miss Cheri — September 15, 2008 @ 9:56 am
Naye nawe…this blog is too explicit for my mind. Parental discretion is advised.
Comment by Miss Cheri — September 15, 2008 @ 9:56 am
My Gosh…until your what starts to perpetually what?
Kale u’re a bad boy. Tell her the truth and then has the good nookie with the chic u really really like. What is that drag of happy stix? Did u eat between meals? (Assuming u receievd that chain text message those days).
The tide will turn one day and u will ask yuwaselef why u did what u did.
Comment by Miss Cheri — September 15, 2008 @ 10:01 am
lol which chain msg i haven’t got it yet and i hate chain crap!! abt the shortie she wanted it!! hehe see when u have grown from a broad u get free shit u don’t need a basket of words to get!!
abt parental discretion……
the chic i like is now screwing some kid a son of a general!!!
when is dec coming are u coming with hot shorties?
Comment by dannycrane — September 15, 2008 @ 10:12 am
You are a hoe. You make me look like a frickin virgin! Not an easy feat.
Comment by DeTamble — September 15, 2008 @ 12:49 pm
Det, he isn’t a hoe…he is a RAKE. Or a machete…DC u are all sorts of garden tools!!!
See, now she’s getting with someone other dude…what goes around comes around!
And that theory about growin up abroad and getting stuff free is so not true.
I’m not bringing any “shoties”! Not with your track record.
Comment by Miss Cheri — September 15, 2008 @ 1:35 pm
eeeeh, danny crane! dont make me do what your mama never did, give you a huge spanking with a mingling spoon….
Comment by lulu — September 15, 2008 @ 5:13 pm
So you can beat your wife and I have to answer for it? No no. Anyway why is that thing called a wife beater?
Comment by Chanel — September 15, 2008 @ 5:47 pm
lol @ cheri girl u know was garden tools do the clean the garden of eden and i am doing my best!! i cant wai for u to get here introduce me to hot cousins and ogs and wow i am going to rock!!
Chanel-heheh i am not yet married i prefer my life as antipop’s no losser aka i am a free lancer!! want to introduce me to some hot chics after the fasting period?
Det- a virgin? hehehe am in dk and i am looking for one!!
Lulu a mingling stick or spoon? that is called child abuse!
Comment by dannycrane — September 16, 2008 @ 5:07 am