Entries By Someone Else
Displaying 1 To 28 Of 28 Entries
It took me a while to realized that I was covered in bee’s. I felt like I was in that movie, Candy Man — only I’m not some creepy imaginary spirit dwelling in the Cabirni Green Projects of South Side Chicago. I’m just a 29-year-old female who often attracts nice men and sometimes bees.Posted By Someone Else On 09.02.2012 @ 11:27 pm
Today has been quite amusingly stressful, in a “I think I might just go half crazy but I’m not going to let it take over me”, sort of day.
You see, I usually work part-time from home — freelance. Thus making and working 1/2 of the time normal people do. Trouble is, I’m never fully working.
Never fully at play.Posted By Someone Else On 08.21.2012 @ 7:13 pm
I went to the bank today. To deposit money into my mother’s account. I never thought I would be the one to help support my mother through these ‘hard times’.
Selfishness comes over me.
I feel resentment and anger, mixed with extremely concern and a bit of softness. I wish the only banks in my life were the water banks of the Caribbean or the Pacific Islands that are too small for a map to see…
money. suxPosted By Someone Else On 08.13.2012 @ 4:54 pm
it’s been while since i’ve written, sweet one. but instead of catching up in text, i want to meet you virtually.
i want to see and hear your words come out. slowly with slumber and ecstasy.
with ease. baby we’re in the future. and in the future when you’re far war but want to be close, there’s more than texts that can draw us closer…Posted By Someone Else On 08.10.2012 @ 12:50 pm
at least he didn’t see what happened through a camera.
the cause was the internet. more invasive, more informative and more documented
than a camera.
it would’ve at least been pretty hot to have been spied on by a private detective. the picture probably would’ve been pretty hot too —
black and white.Posted By Someone Else On 08.03.2012 @ 12:41 am
Cutting my losses today. Cutting my losses everyfuccingday. I wasn’t given the world on a silver or stainless steel spoon — it was wooden — not because my immigrant mother from Liberia was a known environmentalist. But because we were and are always cutting our losses.Posted By Someone Else On 07.30.2012 @ 3:47 pm
mad props to my ladies being true to their bodies, lovers, family and friends. mad props to the men out there being true blue. to my computer engineers giving up their soul for our enjoyment. the musicians doing the same.
my should hurts when i write this — maybe i need to prop it up.Posted By Someone Else On 07.27.2012 @ 3:40 pm
clear sky will come, it’s the dark undone. all your wishes: work towards you towards you.
clouds will move on, may your gray turn blue. your intentions: work towards you towards you.
- poem of a dead song by: Broadcast.
(l love this song, listening to it right now)Posted By Someone Else On 07.25.2012 @ 6:09 pm
The ability to harness the emotional swell of my heart was once unbearable. But for some reason it’s been far much easier this week.
Taking breaks from your own emotional responsibility is important. That way you can return with the capacity to harness all that is necessary to thrive.
At least that how I feel right now about this word. =^.^=Posted By Someone Else On 07.02.2012 @ 4:38 pm