A Gypsy Fantasy
So this is the first entry of my new, more elegant and classy, yet premiscous and straight-foward journal. In this journal I plan to take a look at my life in a more serious manner. You know, explain things as they are, rather than add a plethora of 'likes' and 'omg's. For example...........
Tomorrow(as I just found out), my dad comes back from Oregon. That's really bad because, sadly, I don't enjoy spending time with my dad. Honestly, sometimes I sit in my room wondering when he's going to have to fly out of town again. I know that's quite terrible of a child to think that of their providing parents, but 'tis true.
He also knows that I'm bi now and he doesn't care for too much. Actually, he was quite taken back, you know since his entire side of the family is completely Christian. I honestly don't care, because I know the bible backwards and forwards just like he does and if he dares to try and use that against me, so help me G-d, I will come back at him with so much force he won't even be able to think straight. He'll probably start fumbling over his words. It's ridiculous. This man tried to justify that 'conversate' was a word. Sometimes I sincerely swear I'm an adopted child that was left on a doorstep by a traveling gypsy from Tunisia that couldn't take care of her dear son, so she left me in a bundle and put her magickal blessing on me so that I could possess all of the talents and traits of the gypsies..........me and my wild imagination, but seriously though, I'm really considering going off to be with the gypsies in Eastern Europe(you know, in the parts where they've never seen a black person except in books) and dazzle them with dances and singing. At least then I would know that I would never have to see him or this wretched republican(a.k.a. conservative-religious-pompous-old-white-men-who-can't get-a-clue) ruled country.
As you can probably tell, this is the first time I've ever really let down my thick wall of happiness to let you all know what's really going on inside my head. I look forward this method of expression more often.
God Bless,
le renard
Tomorrow(as I just found out), my dad comes back from Oregon. That's really bad because, sadly, I don't enjoy spending time with my dad. Honestly, sometimes I sit in my room wondering when he's going to have to fly out of town again. I know that's quite terrible of a child to think that of their providing parents, but 'tis true.
He also knows that I'm bi now and he doesn't care for too much. Actually, he was quite taken back, you know since his entire side of the family is completely Christian. I honestly don't care, because I know the bible backwards and forwards just like he does and if he dares to try and use that against me, so help me G-d, I will come back at him with so much force he won't even be able to think straight. He'll probably start fumbling over his words. It's ridiculous. This man tried to justify that 'conversate' was a word. Sometimes I sincerely swear I'm an adopted child that was left on a doorstep by a traveling gypsy from Tunisia that couldn't take care of her dear son, so she left me in a bundle and put her magickal blessing on me so that I could possess all of the talents and traits of the gypsies..........me and my wild imagination, but seriously though, I'm really considering going off to be with the gypsies in Eastern Europe(you know, in the parts where they've never seen a black person except in books) and dazzle them with dances and singing. At least then I would know that I would never have to see him or this wretched republican(a.k.a. conservative-religious-pompous-old-white-men-who-can't get-a-clue) ruled country.
As you can probably tell, this is the first time I've ever really let down my thick wall of happiness to let you all know what's really going on inside my head. I look forward this method of expression more often.
God Bless,
le renard