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March 19, 2009
wwwwwDear Diary…
wwwwwRemember that guy I was telling you about? Yeah. We dated in that time I didn’t post anything for you all to read. I’m sorry. I got sidetracked… We had a great time, until I found out he cheated on me. I forgave him, but I had expected it. Afterwards we went our separate ways, and I got my apartment back.
wwwwwHave you seen that new movie out? Watchmen? Man, I LOVED that movie. I wasn’t able to see the premier, so I caught a later showing with a friend.
wwwwwI haven’t been doing much. Just kind of recovering. I’m really sore. I went to a party last night, got drunk and now I just plain old hurt all over. I have a headache, my arms hurt, my neck hurts, my legs hurt, my thighs hurt. I wanna say date rape drug, but I remember everything that happened, so that’s a no. But all the same, it wouldn’t have been a first.
wwwwwMy mother came to visit me. She came in, ate some food, asked for some money, and left. She didn’t bother to ask how I was doing. Last I had called, she was in rehab. Now that she was out, I’m pretty sure she’s back in a crack house. Some people just cannot change. Some can, but not all of them. If they did, the world would be a much better place, and my brother would still be alive, my father wouldn’t be in jail, and my mother wouldn’t be a crack whore. It seems I’m the only logical person in my entire family. I mean, I’m still in college working toward my bachelor’s degree, I have a steady job (for now), I have food in the house; I keep a good roof over my head. The only thing I can’t seem to do is keep down a relationship. Maybe I should just give up on finding someone for me. Maybe I should stop looking and have someone come find me for once. Or maybe not. The people who tend to find me are those creepy people in bars, or chasers… People with weird fetishes. You’d think in a world so diverse, I could find someone for me. I don’t even have options right now. Maybe I should buy a cat. Or go hang out with Milk.
wwwwwI didn’t mention Milk yet, did I? Yes, Milk is, in fact, her real name. Not some kind of stage name, and not a nickname; her real name. She can’t speak, and she doesn’t do sign language, but she’s still amazingly funny, and has some really cool insight in the world. She isn’t like other furries. In fact, she technically isn’t even anything. She’s a chimera. Not in the traditional sense of goat, snake and lion. I’m not sure what her mix is, but I think its rude to ask. Her fur pattern is odd, her eye color is odd, her hair color is odd, her mannerisms are odd… She sometimes jokes that she’s from another dimension. But she says it so seriously, you have to wonder. Oh, and, yeah, she doesn’t speak, but her handwriting has a voice all of its own. You can almost hear the written word. But yeah, Milk equal awesome. Maybe I will hang out with her tonight…
Renault
The Hundred Words · Thu Mar 19, 2009 @ 10:12pm · 0 Comments |
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