love, hunger & strippers
I'd like this please and thanks.
love is anxiously awaiting your dude to get home from seven hours of work and two and a half hours of sweaty train to shuttle bus travel (apparently somethin is amiss with the two train) just to kiss him, grab his package, and lick the sweat off his neck. love is ordering pizza when you really wanted a turkey burger and french fries because dude wants pizza. love is not having a djarum in six weeks cause dude is worried about you getting cancer. love is like that drug they inject heads with on tv shows about the CIA - the one that makes you tell the truth even if you don't want to? that one. it just makes you do shit you don't wanna do but you do it cause it'll make the one you love all happy and pleased with you. and fuck you better and smile harder when they talk about you when you're not around. amc is playing "sixteen candles" like over and over again so excuse the reference as I've already seen it two and a half times today...its like how m. ringwald felt about jake. mmm all lust and butterfly-y.
I'm huuungry...that place downstairs and around the corner is so much closer then dominos; I would've been halfway through that turkey cheeseburger by now. man, I fucking love turkey burgers. everytime I go to a new place I order one, if it's on the menu, because they are just that damn good, yo...when we used to go to the strip club, the big group of us, they'd make fun of me for my turkey burger fetish. and the fact that I felt the need to stuff my lettuce into an extra glass of ice water I'd ordered...cause nothing is better on a turkey burger then ice cold lettuce and mayo. shit! pizza is such a distant second, this nigga is lucky I loooove him so.
the aforementioned big lot of us - we're going back to the strip club wednesday for the first time since my birthday party in february. oh how I've missed my partners in debauchery...tara, william, jay dubb, emage, kev...the negro breakfast club. I'd rather go friday, but wednesday theres supposed to be performances by some legendary ass shakers (scarlett, latin spice, leeasia, etc)...I already predicted that they're not going to show up except maaaybe leeasia...cause once you're actually a famous stripper (actually, in negro strip club world they're called "booty queens") you don't show up...you sit at home and eat cheetos and laugh at all those that actually thought you'd show up this time, simultaneously knowing the vision they had of you from that year and a half old photo on the i-net is better then the reality of thirty pounds you've since gained. well except for leeasia; christopher and I saw her a few months ago in penn station and she's still bangin. I was gonna say hi considering she knows me, I worked on her website, but...I dunno...I think strippers just wanna be regular people when they're out, fully dressed. plus her name isn't really leeasia...don't know how well she'd take to me shouting out her club name across penn station like.."hey you! yea you! stripper! love that booty clap!"
I tire of weblogging. they say "blog" on like...vh1 now. not that it was ever mad cool or anything, which is why us snotty fucks say we have i-net journals not "weblogs". anyway, I tire of it, at least in this incarnation. I remember like four years ago when heads would make me change their names...now heads ask "why don't you write about me on your website?" freedom would be returning to anonymity circa 1999 before I was "the" huny...before my boyfriend was "the infamous christopher"...when I could write about anything. now half the shit I wanna say I can't cause the heads I wanna write about read my site including like...my stepmother an shit. if I didn't abhor livejournal I'd get me one, but I'm being antiestablishment by saying "never that shit"...you cliquey livejournal whores, damn you all to hell and back again, blah. how I'ma go write on some other site when I pay for this shit every month? come on now.
okay pizza is here.