There are so many dope babes in Brooklyn you’ll have like ten fall at your feet the moment they get over their quarter-life crises and ambitions of being a career woman once they’ve had the shit kicked out of them repeatedly by their own high expectations and life in New York and guys, then they will realize they should go for a good dude like you.
Well don’t that just beat all? I was just thinking about this earlier in the coffee shop about how hard it is to meet women (not that I want to, but if I did, you know), and here I’m talking to Laura and she comes out with this gem of a sweetheart quote. This woman is ace.
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you know what I’m tired of? I’m tired of seeing clothes, textures, and “looks” in photographs that are completely out of context for their original intention. You’re never going to see (or at least I HOPE you’ll never see) a woman in an urban environment wearing tights and a bra, with pearls. I “get” the juxtaposition thing, and the “edgy” thing, but let’s be honest here, this outfit is better suited for my bedroom than the steps of an elevated train station in Los Angeles or Chicago. Let’s get serious, fashion.
Also; i’m up because I fell asleep with the television on, and this movie apparently came on, and I woke up when Ben Affleck started talking too loudly. So, you know, that’s my 6AM Monday morning story, which I suppose I’ll stick to, and formally I’ll be submitting my paperwork to the Organization for consideration, citing my “Case Of” Re: Mondays.
I had wrote some kind of comment here about the complexity of women, and how that’s a turn on for me, but then you know-I deleted it.
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On the 26th, the day before my birthday, my bestie, Cassie and I went to the liquor store to get provisions and as I was checking out in line, swiping my card, I lowered my new wayfarers (the really big ones) and looked at the cashier. She’s a pretty woman, around 25, and I remembered her from the last time I was in that liquor store, several months ago. As, like I said, I lowered my shades the cashier said to me, “I like your sunglasses!” and she smiled.
I smiled back and didn’t know what to say, so I opted to be honest. I replied “Thanks, I think you’re pretty.” She smiled, and I told her that if I survived all the liquor, maybe I’d see her sometime. More honest smiles.
And that’s that.
This photo is unrelated to the story, I just wanted it out of my drafts so here it is. I suppose I saw this girl pictured and it reminded me of the other day.
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Ages ago,
my at the time girlfriend brought over a bunch of food from her apartment to mine, I think because she intended to cook it all for me. Well that never happened and here I am 9 months later starving, sort of. This morning I gathered up all the food that I never intended to eat, and returned it all to the store.
I bought two potatoes and a bottle of 5 dollar wine. Sale wine, at that.
The older I get the better the choices and decisions I make, I think.
Currently channeling Charles Bukowski, I wrote this about a year ago-
- i sit here like old times surrounded by my new found creature comforts and i begin, again like before and i channel you. still dead and in your lonely grave leukemia still hungry for more of your bones under all that southern Californian soil.
jugged wine and cheap canned beer have been replaced by hot coffee and all around me light bulbs flicker along in time with the lightning from heat outside. and I’m writing all this to you because i need the advice.
i’m sober, not even smoking, man and i’ve got a girl who i like to keep around because she makes me feel good in all the good parts but like you, i’m a bad judge of when the right time is the right time, and when too much is enough.
so if it’s love, Chuck then roll over in that box and applaud me, but if it’s not, well then make me a toast and we’ll drink, either way i’m sure to hear you, just like how i hope my clacking at these keys brings you comfort, either high above me, or down below.
raising hell either way.
“But Michael, I don’t wannna go to Five Guys, I wanna go to In-N-Out!”
In my life you guys, I can NOT win.
