>> Hit It Then Quit It, b*tch
( - - With the night's subtle sapphire light, the gentle breeze softly rustled through his open windows. The day had passed so quickly that the discrepancy within him was withdrawal. Stepping out of the bathroom, a linen towel wrapped around his waist, the steam hovered around him effortlessly. He had so much vacant time to ponder the week that he was nearly afraid that If he spent all his time thinking, he'd drive himself crazy. It wasn't inevitable, however It was possible. Almond hues wandered aimlessly around his isolation in dire need of something eventful that would pry his thoughts away from the obvious. Perhaps he was being discreet with himself, neglecting his thoughts purposely so he wouldn't figure out the truth. The expressions upon his face were emotionless. Advancing towards the laptop placed carefully upon his chestnut colored coffee table, his gaze, dappled with a murky tone, fixated upon the keys before he slowly typed away - - )
I guess I have a lot to update about. Various events that occurred in a short period of time that deserves recognition. Perhaps even more. I'll try to explain as close as possible. I won't be cryptic, won't be discreet. I detest people who neglect all the imperative details.
Jenna has never left my memory 'til this day. I am powerfully attracted to her, but more than that, I feel an equally powerful kinship. This is a different ingredient, one that had not been present in any of my other relationships. In the past, the women with whom I had seriously become involved with had personalities and natures that were complementary to my own virtue and their disparity. They most often possessed attributes that counterbalanced my own personality: White to my black, yin to my yang, light to my shadow, smooth to my rough. They were, in effect, women who provided opposition to my own qualities, enabling our relationship to achieve a degree of equilibrium.
But Christina, far from being opposite. It was magnetic being with her. As If my personality in confronting hers met no significant resistance at all. I didn't have to make allowances for her, nor did she seem to make any for me. She is, of course, a mystery to me, the way one human being is always a mystery to another. It wasn't dissimilarity that drew us together, but a prenatural understanding of each other that was almost umbilical in its intuition. However, decisions are made for countless reasons under several circumstances. My view on these certain decisions are that they're merely made for a particular purpose in which fate somehow ties itself into relevance into our lives and the people involved. Which is why it is impossible to live a life of regrets when your life is carefully mapped out with the prior decisions that you've made. Recently, my opinions on that have changed quite drastically. Spontaneous events have occurred in such a short period of time that It is inevitable that such a person with my experiences would change their views. I Have. I've realized that you can't plan everything In order to live a flawless life. And my realization implying this issue...frightens me. It scares me because society doesn't just "realize" things. There are certain reasons why we do. "Meant-to-be's", "planned events", "Being blinded by propaganda", all matters pertaining to the one subject, "Fate". But now that It crosses my mind, "What is fate?" Better yet, "What is love?". Chemical bonds? Hormones? Admiration and pure infatuation for exterior beauty? Don't bother explaining, love will forever remain a mystery. And that is the exact reason why we keep falling is because it finds us before we find it.
This week has been chaotic, yes, however I’m not complaining. All the advantages and all the good things out weighed the bad. I’ve been stressed for awhile, not only with our album, but with subtle irritations that always seemed to get the best of me. Fredalba’s new album has been going well. Every chance I recieve, I try to write anything down. Whether they be parts, or whole songs, I never let an opportunity pass me by. Otherwise, I become rueful.
Anyway, That’s all that has been happening. If you didn’t read a word I said, atleast read this: Justin’s nana is one hot mofo. CTR CTR CTR! And Christina, I’m sorry for hittin it and quittin it! Come with me to Sacrament.......o and eat a platter of bread with me Buffet style!
Thank you. That is all. Carry on now, b*tches.
I guess I have a lot to update about. Various events that occurred in a short period of time that deserves recognition. Perhaps even more. I'll try to explain as close as possible. I won't be cryptic, won't be discreet. I detest people who neglect all the imperative details.
Jenna has never left my memory 'til this day. I am powerfully attracted to her, but more than that, I feel an equally powerful kinship. This is a different ingredient, one that had not been present in any of my other relationships. In the past, the women with whom I had seriously become involved with had personalities and natures that were complementary to my own virtue and their disparity. They most often possessed attributes that counterbalanced my own personality: White to my black, yin to my yang, light to my shadow, smooth to my rough. They were, in effect, women who provided opposition to my own qualities, enabling our relationship to achieve a degree of equilibrium.
But Christina, far from being opposite. It was magnetic being with her. As If my personality in confronting hers met no significant resistance at all. I didn't have to make allowances for her, nor did she seem to make any for me. She is, of course, a mystery to me, the way one human being is always a mystery to another. It wasn't dissimilarity that drew us together, but a prenatural understanding of each other that was almost umbilical in its intuition. However, decisions are made for countless reasons under several circumstances. My view on these certain decisions are that they're merely made for a particular purpose in which fate somehow ties itself into relevance into our lives and the people involved. Which is why it is impossible to live a life of regrets when your life is carefully mapped out with the prior decisions that you've made. Recently, my opinions on that have changed quite drastically. Spontaneous events have occurred in such a short period of time that It is inevitable that such a person with my experiences would change their views. I Have. I've realized that you can't plan everything In order to live a flawless life. And my realization implying this issue...frightens me. It scares me because society doesn't just "realize" things. There are certain reasons why we do. "Meant-to-be's", "planned events", "Being blinded by propaganda", all matters pertaining to the one subject, "Fate". But now that It crosses my mind, "What is fate?" Better yet, "What is love?". Chemical bonds? Hormones? Admiration and pure infatuation for exterior beauty? Don't bother explaining, love will forever remain a mystery. And that is the exact reason why we keep falling is because it finds us before we find it.
This week has been chaotic, yes, however I’m not complaining. All the advantages and all the good things out weighed the bad. I’ve been stressed for awhile, not only with our album, but with subtle irritations that always seemed to get the best of me. Fredalba’s new album has been going well. Every chance I recieve, I try to write anything down. Whether they be parts, or whole songs, I never let an opportunity pass me by. Otherwise, I become rueful.
Anyway, That’s all that has been happening. If you didn’t read a word I said, atleast read this: Justin’s nana is one hot mofo. CTR CTR CTR! And Christina, I’m sorry for hittin it and quittin it! Come with me to Sacrament.......o and eat a platter of bread with me Buffet style!
Thank you. That is all. Carry on now, b*tches.