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i just listened to Fabulous by Jahiem. (not spelled right)
and then, I Still Love You by 702.
it brought back memories of Vernon Hills, which was more than 3 years ago. i have pictures. and memories.
mostly of how i tried to warn the new call center about WaMu and how dangerous big corporate thinking is. don't trust it! i said to Sharon. i don't talk to Sharon anymore, although i still get her "Jesus Saves" emails every now and again.
i wish i'd journaled about that time. even my personal journals didn't have much. i cried a lot, that much i know. every day, in fact. every television show, every movie. except the porn. i never cried about the porn. i remember Dan, and his band. he dragged us all up to Wisconsin to hear him play. except they didn't, so we ended up drinking pitchers of long island iced teas instead.
i went sight seeing a lot. i re-met Vanessa, and found out how Michael lost his mind. she told me about my cousins, her sons, Daoud and his brother, whose name escapes me-- Tajadin! (Mom told me) that's it. Tajadin and Daoud were both due out of prison that summer. i wonder if they actually got out and stayed out. i grew up with them. Doud, Tajadin and Anton. i am sure that they do not remember me, but i remember them. i once knocked Taj's tooth out. he was quite pissed about it, but he challenged me. that was when i first disovered that i would do anything when someone challenged me. i decked the hell out of him. he bit me to retailiate. that was the first time that i discovered that pain was only pain. it can be lived through. it's really not that big a deal.
the point is to cause pain-- more pain, definitely more pain-- back. yup.
Lana's Lessons of the Streets.
too funny. no one ever believes me. i don't believe myself.
not really.
and then, I Still Love You by 702.
it brought back memories of Vernon Hills, which was more than 3 years ago. i have pictures. and memories.
mostly of how i tried to warn the new call center about WaMu and how dangerous big corporate thinking is. don't trust it! i said to Sharon. i don't talk to Sharon anymore, although i still get her "Jesus Saves" emails every now and again.
i wish i'd journaled about that time. even my personal journals didn't have much. i cried a lot, that much i know. every day, in fact. every television show, every movie. except the porn. i never cried about the porn. i remember Dan, and his band. he dragged us all up to Wisconsin to hear him play. except they didn't, so we ended up drinking pitchers of long island iced teas instead.
i went sight seeing a lot. i re-met Vanessa, and found out how Michael lost his mind. she told me about my cousins, her sons, Daoud and his brother, whose name escapes me-- Tajadin! (Mom told me) that's it. Tajadin and Daoud were both due out of prison that summer. i wonder if they actually got out and stayed out. i grew up with them. Doud, Tajadin and Anton. i am sure that they do not remember me, but i remember them. i once knocked Taj's tooth out. he was quite pissed about it, but he challenged me. that was when i first disovered that i would do anything when someone challenged me. i decked the hell out of him. he bit me to retailiate. that was the first time that i discovered that pain was only pain. it can be lived through. it's really not that big a deal.
the point is to cause pain-- more pain, definitely more pain-- back. yup.
Lana's Lessons of the Streets.
too funny. no one ever believes me. i don't believe myself.
not really.