So, I had been supposed to be writing for the past two weeks but my writing chair was really, really wobbly and I just couldn’t concentrate. So, I got a new writing chair :D its kinda cool, but I think I’m going to try to find a new one, because this one is too fancy. My old chair was made out of wood, it was like a 1960s office desk woodchair. This one is fancy with wheels and it spins, and it has cushion… just too fancy, but I like it.
Also, I got a dictaphone, so I’m pretty stoked about that.
Ever since she left I tire myself to sleep, I wait until complete exhaustion to find that deep sleep. That sleep in which there are no dreams. I am afraid that if I dream, I won’t ever want to wake up again.
It wasn’t Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. who ended segregation in America, sure he took the fight to the media, but it wasn’t that what won the fight. No, it was the undeniable fact that America was black. That Elvis was a nobody who stole black folks’ songs. It was people getting tired of not being able to enjoy and dance to performers like Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong. It was the birth of Rock n Roll, Chuck Berry shredding on his guitar and blowing folks minds away.
How can you deny yourself, that your true identity is that which you refuse to accept? That is truly how segregation ended in America. Although we still have a long way to end racism, sexism and discrimination altogether, we should learn from the past. We won’t end it with protests and marches and screaming and yelling. No, we’ll end it with music, with Morgan Freeman ending segregated Proms and being one of the most beloved voices in the English speaking world. We’ll end it with Samuel L. Jackson daring you to “Say what one more goddamn time”. Discrimination will end by Petty Officer 2nd Class Marissa Gaeta and Petty Officer 3rd Class Citlalic Snell sharing their love throughout the world.
Marches and protest are what people see of the fight against discrimination, but first, we must win their hearts.
Prostitution is said to be the oldest profession in the world. To provide the greatest of pleasures to men for the exchange of worldly existence. Some of them are become teachers of young men in the art of making love, some become the last pleasures of old men at the end of their days. Often they are treated as commodities and nothing more, but almost never do their lovers stop to ask “Who is this creature of passion that fills my most basic instincts?”
Every now and then I think about my Esmeralda,a sad doll of bronze body and perky tits, but even more often I think about our late night conversations, after climbing down from climax embraced in each others arms pretending that we were more than an exchange of money for sex. Friends, companions in solitude we hid within each other’s arms in a lonely embrace.
A couple of weeks ago, while craving for Grilled Cheese I stumbled upon a food blog that was, without any exaggeration, perfect. This blog has it all, from the basic “food blog” pictures of delicious food, to the more “I’m legit, bitch” food recipes.
However, that is not what makes it great, this blog exempts from the rest of them for the way it is written, each recipe that I read was like reading a story, that as it unfolded it made something delicious that I could actually taste. Best of it all was that it read as something I would say, I mean there was a “fuck” every two sentences, if you can manage to create a food/recipe blog and say fuck every two sentences you are pretty badass in my book. That’s not all, though! I have saved the best of this blog for last. Food is good, pictures of food are better, and recipes even a little bit more, but you know what is greater than food? BOOZE. That’s right, this blog has recipes of how to make booze (which is already delicious) even better. And finally, the thing I love the most, not so much about the blog but the people that are behind it, is that “[They] love food enough not to take it too seriously”. Inviting their readers to experiment with the recipes and make their own version of them. Anyway, go ahead and give them a follow and try out their recipes so that when you do, your friends will say “Dinner was Delicious”
backaway boy, and turn yourself around before you do something you’ll regret, now. Cause it ain’t the time and it ain’t the place for the things you lookin’ for. Be patient, be kind, cause if one day you get lost in her blue eyes, there ain’t no coming back.